Ricardo stood in the metal corridor as the door shut behind him. A few paces ahead he could see a black framed window pane. A thought crossed his mind; maybe he could smash his way out of this hell by literally smashing the window and climbing out.

As he approached, two major things seemed off. One, there didn't seem to be any glass. If there was glass there, it would have to be the cleanest glass imaginable. Secondly, his father was just on the other side. 

The man was playing with a baby, holding its hand, helping it walk. Ricardo's mother stood opposite of his father, calling the baby to her. And between them both was Ricardo's older sister at the age of eight.

It was obvious what he was watching, a scene from his own past. Confused, Ricardo reached to the window only to find his hand stopped by an invisible wall. A part of him knew that his effort would go wasted, but that didn't stop him from swinging his fist as hard as he could. The pain was excruciating as his knucles shattered against the solid barrier, but this pain did not surprise or upset. It was not as bad as the snake venom, and he knew his hand would heal immediately.

Finally, tearing himself away from the sight before him, Ricardo began to walk. Window after window, he watched as his life unfolded before his eyes until... he saw her, his first love.

Putting both his hands up against the window, he watched as a 17 year old version of himself walked closely behind the slender brunette through the woodland trails. Through a river, across logs, and over slippery rocks they went, eventually arriving at the top of a waterfall. A single tear ran down Ricardo's face as he watched them kiss. The scene was framed perfectly by the trees and sky beyond the water's edge.

Ricardo felt compelled to stay, to watch the show for as long as it would play. As far as he could remember, this particular day was one of his fondest memories to date.