"You-is it me?"
He shook his head, not understanding. But with a face and even a voice similar to his own. He had the feeling that this was not the first time he had seen and heard something like this. He was sure that he had met this person somewhere before.
"Of course! Thank you for not dying!" The person in front of him said in a cheerful voice.
The person was sitting cross-legged on the same bed as Cyril, looking calm and doing nothing but smiling. Cyril turned his head to look around, wondering where he was. Except for where they were sitting, everything had gone dark.
"Isn't there something you want to ask me?" The young man who looked just like him asked. He seemed eager, impatient to answer.
But Cyril had absolutely nothing to ask. He was too surprised by this sudden appearance. "I don't know! I don't understand and I'm trying to understand what's happening to me.
"What part don't you understand?"
