Those lights. Like bright trickles of beams shining in your eyes, like a small voice calling out to you. Abstract art shining it's way through. Illuminated paintings staring straight into your face, gazing, pondering on why things are the way they are.
-HEY! WE HAVE FIVE MINUTES GET YOUR BUTTS IN THIS PLANE OR YOU STAY ON THIS FILTHY CAMPUS AND WRITE TILL YOUR FINGERS FALL OFF!!-
Loud thumping ringing through your ears. Will you respond? Will you respond? Ripples slamming into the small windows, only to shove against the strong glass and sail away into sea. Life is only of the essence.
-OOOOOH LOOK AT THOSE PALM TREES! IT'D BE NICE TO LAND HERE, I NEED A VACATION!!-
Memories, memories passing by...is it possible to ignore them? The last minute you were in that plane seemed like forever. Hot sun beating against your skin, giving you an incomplete tan. You lucky one.
-AHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! LAMAS!!!!!!!!-
And then it hit you. Lamas attacked and there was nothing to do about it. Your last memory...a faded image.
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