Isaac Woodman
T3 2025 - I awoke, feeling the phantom pain wracking my body. My limbs felt stiff, tears were dry on my face and blood leaked out from small wounds I had made in my flesh, caused by my fingernails digging into my palms. I wiped my eyes, feeling groggy, as if I had just woken from a nightmare. I pushed myself off of the bed, making it into the bathroom. Then I froze, this wasn't possible. I backpedalled from the bathroom, back into the room I had once called home. The inconsistent white paint, the familiar video game posters, the tv that I had once used with fervor. This made no sense. I made my way to the tv, turning it on and flicking to the news.
"Is this some kind of sick joke!" I punched the wall as I saw the date listed by the news station. The third of August. But, this means. I went to the window, looking out at the walking pedestrians who went about their everyday life, unaware of the change that will befall them. "To you, those directions are one and the same," I repeated the stranger's words aloud, this must be what he meant. I looked to the ceiling and laughed to myself, I, I can do it. I will find the solution, I swear.
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