"Would this journey ever end? Would we be destined for the abyss till there's nothing left for us? Is this the only way to go? Are there not better options, better choices to be made? Does the pain ever stop? This aching, should I will seize, would my will be carried out? Does this venture of mine ever comes to an end? I have no idea what happens from here onwards so I would not make much meaning to it as my path is the story would end soon enough. I have tried to do my path. I played my role perfectly well and over did myself in some instances. My endeavors shine amongst the brightest, stands atop them all. I have accomplished all. This life of mine is as tiring as life can get. My life is used as a measure of the highest level of suffering for the common man. It is not my life that I hold dear, rather the people in it. Should I behave stupidly? No. It would affect a mass population of people, forcing tribulations to follow suit. I can't even scream. My tears stopped flowing a long time ago. My eyes are tired. Sleepy. I think this should be it. The time has come finally? Please let it be so. My hands are numb. My ears are deafened. I don't think I can feel my legs. No, they're dead at this point. My breathing is normal. This much I know and my heart beats. Yes, the sound of two taps of drums every second. Yes that's the sound of my heart beating to natural rhythm. Oh, I'm alive? Wow. This is new. Or is it? I don't know what's happening anymore. This is harder to understand. I know they are people around me. I just don't know who they are. What am I doing here? Where am I? What is my gender? Am I male or female? Or even a mixture of both? Am I even human? What is happening. I think this should be it. I'm tired. I'm shutting down. Shutting down. Funny statement. Makes me wonder. Am I a robot? I highly doubt it. But it might be possible. Yes. it can be. What really is a robot? I'm unsure. How can I say I am unsure when I don't know if I'm even real. Reality. What is that? Do I exist? What's this? I can comprehend reason. I can question my existence. Am I intelligent? This is strange. A strange feeling. I have never experienced something like this before. Or Have I? Yes. I should have. I know it. But when? What proof? Who am proving anything to? What is this sensation. It seems I'm asking many questions. Wait, who is asking the questions? Who is meant to reply? What makes sense and what doesn't? What IS sense? How am I able to talk. Wait, what language am I talking in? What is language? Oh, yes. The method of communication. I understand this part really well. First question I have been able to answer so far. Wait, who asked the question? A question. What is that? What is happening? Who am I?"
Many thoughts unfolded as a means to an end. This thoughts bad no idea as to who bore it in the first place. It hadn't a clue as to why it was bore in the first place. All it knew at this moment in time was that it was brought up as a reason to question a hard time being experienced by its' bearer. However, the name of the bearer is yet to be discovered as this mystery must remain untouched till the end of time as we know it. It was a necessity. The thoughts of this feeble creature never should it be brought up again. Yes, this was the last time such thought was brought up by the bearer as from now on, nothing ever remained the same. If there's one thing that is certain, it is that this person was with them on the cab all along. The same person that followed into the cab. The same person that went through the dark with them. Milana, Mark, Aria and Theodore. Even Greg(may his soul rest in peace). The bearer went through it all alongside our heroes. But of more importance, The bearer of such vulnerable thoughts is to be one of them. One of the five in the cab entered the cab that day. Would we ever know who it was?
Minutes were going as time passed and The crew were shaken awoke by the convulsing Milana who remained in the stretcher. Theodore was the first to awake, Mark and then Aria followed suit. On rising, Theodore immediately went towards Milana who remained in the stretcher. He did this in a way anyone acting out of impulsive notion would. He was too busy trying to patch Milana up that he hadn't realized what was happening around him. Aria, however asked the question.
"Where are we?"
This question was meant to be rhetorical because she had a feeling they were in the land of the dead.
Theodore, looking around and figuring out what has happened said
"I think we're inside the sphere. How? I have no idea. It's not possible. It can't be. Ah, My head hurts." On saying this, he put down the bandages on his hands and decided to take a knee to recalibrate. His head. It was bleeding. He was tired. His head ached every second.
"What had happened? How did we survive?" Theodore asked, as he remembered the last scenes of moments before the clash. He wanted to find out what transpired but with every endeavor he took to jug his memory, the harder the pain hit.
"I don't know." A voice from outside the cab echoed. The voice sounded familiar to those within the cab. The looked at the direction of this and it turns out it was Mark. Mark survived. Everyone was safe and sound. But the question remains. What actually transpired in those moments before impact? Will we ever find out? Well, my dear readers. Be sure to let your imaginations run wild with theories foreseen.