"Who are you?" Everett asked, ready to defend himself at all costs.
"I don't know. But I'm not the Moon."
"What?"
"You said the word 'Moon' repeatedly."
"Yes. There's a moon shining in the sky."
"I noticed."
"What are you doing here?" Everett asked, walking over to his bed while trying to see this man whose voice sounded so pleasant.
"I'd like to know what I'm doing here too."
"You don't know what you're doing here either?"
"No. I woke up and I don't understand anything. What is this place?"
"Are you asking me? I don't understand anything. I don't even know who I am."
"What's your name?"
"I don't remember. I don't know my name," Everett said, only realizing that something was really wrong with him. Panic gripped his mind, robbing him of the chance to calm down. He sat back down on the bed, clutching the sheet as if trying to find all the answers on the surface of this bed. But all he felt was uncertainty and a terrible loneliness. Namely from not knowing who he was. "Do you remember your name?"
"No. I don't remember either."
"What happened to us?"
The moment Jasper wanted to approach him, Everett jumped up and held his right hand out forward, saying, "No. Stay away from me."
"Are you afraid of me?"
"How can I trust you?"
"And what can I do to you? We're in the same situation."
"This is joke, isn't it? Or am I being experimented on? Was I kidnapped?"
"Do you think we're being experimented on?"
"How should I know?"
"Maybe we should turn on the lights. It's so dark in here," Jasper said, walking to the door and finding the light switch there.
With the light in the room, Everett flinched, feeling a sharp pain in his eyes and head. But the pain passed as he looked at the man standing beside him, smiling at him. He felt as if he could trust him. He even felt a kind of calm as he looked into Jasper's eyes. The naive and fragile moment when one so desperately needs someone else's smile proved once again that one needs support in everything.
"Hello," Jasper said, smiling again.
- "Hi," Everett replied uncertainly, even with a question mark at the end of the word.
"You look quite healthy. You're not hurting anywhere?"
"No. Everything's fine."
"This seems to be a hospital room."
"Looks like we're in a hospital."
Peeking out from behind the door, Jasper put both hands on Everett's shoulders, who was bending down too hard, squinting his eyes to see anyone at the end of that long corridor. But there was no one. Just emptiness and lots of doors.
"Maybe we are dead?" Jasper asked in a whisper, squeezing Everett's shoulders.
"Do you think so?"
"Yes. We are dead and our souls remember nothing."
"No, that can't be true. We're not dead."
"Then why is there no one here and why is everything so white?"
"You said it was a hospital."
"Do you want to look for people?"
"I'm tired," Everett said, feeling slightly dizzy."
"Are you all right? Does it hurt somewhere?"
Uncomprehending, with unpleasant feelings in his head, Everett nevertheless felt an urgent bladder urge that demanded action immediately.
Clinging to the walls of the room, he wandered back and forth, unsure where to find the room where people usually urinate.
"What is wrong with you? What are you doing?"
"Pretty boy, look, I need to find the toilet urgently," Everett said, finally remembering the name of the room.
Laughing, Jasper nevertheless acted more relaxed and as if he didn't care about his situation at all.
"Did you call me pretty?"