I opened my eyes to a strange environment. I slowly looked around. But as soon he started to panic, I started to look around faster, roving at the surroundings. I was sitting on a bench next to ... the Spanish kid I've met before going unconscious. That's when it hit me. They caused the death of that old man by refusing to open the gates.
The guy looked at me. "O, you're awake. But it's nothing, I've only been waiting for three hours, no biggie."
I raised a brow. "You were? I doubt that."
"Yeah," said someone else, "He gave me the story. You ran into the forcefield and nearly almost yourself. I was here alongside him, waiting. It's just that he's here because he figured it would be better for you to see a familiar face when you wake up, whereas, I'm here because the women in the white suits think I'm 'cursed'. Just how much more ridiculous can all this get?" he sat on the bench opposite us.
