You walk out of the office building searching for your car keys. A massive hand lands on your shoulder. “Sorry love. Doctors orders.” Says a voice behind you. Another hand reaches around and forces a rag over your nose and mouth. In a panic you inhale deeply, but the rag is soaked with chloroform. “That’s right love, let’s make this easier on everyone.” You try to pry the hand from your mouth and scream for help, but it’s infinitely strong. You feel your eyes roll back into your head. “Say hello to the Doctor for me, won’t you?
You awaken naked, laying belly up on the floor. A small white cloth is draped over your crotch. Looking around, you see only a blackened void in all directions. There are no walls or ceiling, just a slight mist in the air that seemed to go on and on without end. There was light, but its source wasn’t visible. It didn’t come from above but appeared to be emanating from the mist itself. You touch the ground. It is smooth, unnatural and littered with holes about the size of a man’s hand. “Latex?” you ask herself. It reminds you of a colander, except pounded flat and spray-painted jet black. There was something wrong about it. Something wrong in a way you can’t fully wrap your head around. Was it hungry? Was that the right word? No, you thought, not exactly.