September 4th, 2015: 5:35 PM
'I doubt it's a joke,' Max said in response to Linus' question. 'Second hand cards like that are usually formatted before being sold.' He watched as Linus looked through the pictures and eventually took the card from the camera (which would have no visible blemishes or markings). 'Perhaps he forgot to format it?' he asked himself aloud, referring to the shopkeeper of the electronics store; it was an unlikely scenario, but possible nonetheless.
'No, it doesn't say anything about location,' Max replied to Allan. 'It's nonsense. It must be.' he scratched his neck and paused for a moment, thinking. '
House..
House.. It just sounds so... out of place. So normal, yet so..' His mind strained for the word. 'So strange!'
Pulling out his phone, Max typed in a quick google search: "
Hus", using the swedish spelling of
House. No results seemed at all relevant or interesting - they all were links to sites about "Hemolytic Uremic Syndrome". Using a translator he discovered the english spelling and punched that in to google: "
House". Again, nothing. Just as he was about to try another search, he turned his eyes to Linus.
'Insanity?' he asked. It only took a moment for him to realise that it makes sense. The scrawny writing, overlapping words, a hastily drawn picture that could have resembled anything; it started to fit together. The pictures were a perfect product of someone who wasn't thinking straight. 'Is that a doctor's opinion?' he asked Linus.
September 5th, 2015: 2:45 AM
Pitch black. Not even a speck of light, not even a morsel dented the perfect darkness that surrounded Max. Silence accompanied it and shared its entireness. The only assurances that Max could find that he existed was sensation: his hair brushed against his forehead, a loose t-shirt flapped against his body and light, delicate pants shivered in a quiet wind.
But that was it. The realisation didn't occur to max quickly but instead crept up on him like a predator. First he noticed the sensation of weightlessness, and then the lack of his sight and hearing. As he groped around in the dark it occurred to him that a common sensation was missing: his feet on the ground.
What had been skulking before now attacked. The slow realisation that he was in limbo, blind and deaf and floating, or
falling, suddenly hit max's consciousness like a bullet. Panic set in. He thrashed his limbs like a shark thrashes its prey and screamed - his vocal chords shook, his throat started to dry up, but silence prevailed. He attempted to scream again but before he could muster the required oxygen his thought was confirmed: he
was falling. He could sense it. He could feel the wind against his body and he could feel the ground getting closer. It was quick. Only seconds after his brain could compute the entirety of the situation Max hit the floor. The last 5 letters to flash in front of his mind's eyes were
H
O
U
S
E.
Max bolted upright in bed gasping for air. He blinked once confirming his vision remained. Turning his head and squinting at the light he saw on his clock
2:50 AM
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