"I remember seeing a light", Fausto tells Dr. Gordon.
A large flash of blinding white light fills Fausto's mind then like an explosion dissipates to smoke then to nothingness. The warm color of amber is the next thing he can remember and the body heat of himself and someone else besides him. A type of smell reminiscent of the horrible odors of piss and shit consumed the tight, claustrophobic space that they inhabited. Where are they? How long have they been in there? Those kinds of questions were the things that bounced back in forth between both of the bodies laying inside the prison of flesh. Unable to move or wiggle for any free space, their captivity made of bone and rotting flesh grew smaller and crowded as more bodies piled in.
