Thomas opened his eyes as he woke up to see the dimly lit room that he was in. He was confused, this wasn't his bedroom. He slowly sat up in an attempt to see more of the room that he had found himself in. Where am I? he thought to himself. Maybe it's all just a dream, said someone. Thomas turned around. The room was empty. Just the extra voice up there, he thought.
Thomas got out of the bed, in order to get a better look of the room. It looks like a hospital room, he wondered. Thomas looked around, and saw that there were a couple of doors, and a window on the wall behind him. Should I open it? he asked himself, No, don't, the voice said, it's too cold.
As he looked round, Thomas could see a notebook on a table next to the bed that he had been in. It was pure black on the front and back, and, when he opened it, he could see that the first page had been ripped out. As he opened the notebook, he could see that there was something written on his hand. He looked closely at it, and could see the number 44 written on his hand. He ran his fingers over it, and it was smooth, almost as if it had always been there. Thomas put this aside, maybe it was an ID of some sort? He pocketed the notebook, and walked through one of the doors, and came to a corridor, which was completely silent. He looked round to his door, and saw that it had the number 4944 on a plaque that was attached to the door. Find other people! the voice told him. So, he walked out of his room and down the corridor.