"It's so dark..." he mutters, his voice echoing throughout an endless abyss, "Hello? I-Is somebody else here?" the boy shouts... no response.

The boy wakes up, a cold gust blowing past him, his hair waving in the wind, "why is it so windy..." he whispers to himself, his window wide open, letting in currents of winds. He stands up, nearly tripping over his blanket. He closes his window, the wind causing him to struggle a bit. He shuts his eye as the light shines brightly through his window, cars driving past him every few seconds.

As he gazes upon the utopia upon him, he suddenly hears a familiar voice call out in a loud and angry tone, "Secare come down, now!!!"