The world was hazy as Lirian looked around with tired eyes.
There were two figures in the centre of his vision, but they were hazy and difficult to make out, yet they looked so familiar.
"…with my power maybe it might be possible," one of the figures was saying an edge of desperation was mixed into his voice.
'That voice it's so familiar,' Lirian couldn't help feeling that there was something familiar about the voice.
"I'll burn it all, everything that I have, it might just work," the voice said desperately, but there was an edge of hope in the voice.
Lirian looked around and the haze started to vanish, 'Oh right that was me,' Lirian realised with clarity returning to his mind.
But as the haze disappeared so did everything else even the two figures faded away, then Lirian's eyes opened a creak.
Lirian was lying in bed under his sheets, he climbed up and took in the sight of the master bedroom, from within it no one would think that they were on a spaceship.
