The boy has been wandering the tunnel in pitch darkness for what felt like an eternity. He stumbles on the cold stone of the steps he came upon. Crawling his way up with weariness and exhaustion….He counts. He counts the steps as he goes up….1……2…..3. His sweat runs down his forehead, stinging his eyes and yet he is freezing, his body thin and weak from malnourishment. He feels woozy and takes a moment to catch his breath. The boy recalls the men in white. He remembers the total darkness and how they would stick him with all sorts of things that made him feel funny. 4…..5…..6…….7, the cold stone steps although their texture feels different, it reminds him of cold hard metal. The sensation forever a memory embedded in this skin from feeling on his back. A shiver runs up and down his spine and his body aches but he continues onward and upwards. Just a few more he tells himself, 8……..9…….10…..11. Suddenly he hits a wall, he searches and grabs for what feels like a metal bar that is fastened to the wall….it’s a door. Perhaps he has made it out, he’ll get to see the outside again. He’ll be free and can find a his family. The hope and longing of it all hangs there in his chest. He can’t breathe for fear that the men in white will hear him. Then he slowly turns the metal handle and pushes. The light creeps in at first like a thought that suddenly infects one’s mind. Suddenly there is nothing but whiteness, so bright and bold he can not see a thing but fear. White…..it frightens him. His vision is blurry from to long in darkness, it focuses in and out.
He’s in a clean hallway filled with lights and doors leading off into parts unknown. From some of these doors he can hear voices. Sometimes they are moans and cries, other times the sounds of machines. He crawls slowly down the hallway, keeping low due to weakness but also because he knows that they might not notice him. Then he comes to his first door. The letters A.D. followed by a series of numbers are painted on the door just below a small window. With what little courage he can muster he raises himself up and peeks through the window. Inside a little girl sits in a corner, crying into her knees. There are toys scattered throughout the room. Up against the left hand wall of the room, he notices a group of machines with monitors and a rather large mirror. He knows he cannot help the girl, that to help her would be to bring the men in white. He would be caught and taken back into the darkness, where they would stick him and hurt him with more things. He then slowly lowers himself below the window and continues on hoping to find his way out….