For Mom
1
Music swelled in the air, as the sound of feet slamming against the hardwood floor echoed through the room. A girl danced next to Henry, brushing against him, her dress swaying with the rhythm of the song. He didn’t know her, yet in her eyes was something familiar, as if they were old friends.
“God, I love this song!” she screamed into his ear, although it was no more than a whisper over the revelries around them.
Henry nodded, frantically searching for the perfect words to catch her attention. After what felt like a year, he finally blurted out,
“Yeah. It’s really somethin’, isn’t it?”
Although not terrible, it was about as boring as Henry would have expected. He turned back to the crowd, moving his arms to the beat of the song. But when he looked back up, the girl was still there.
“You from around here?” She asked.
“Which is to imply that you’re not.” He replied, “Me neither.”
“Wow, we’ve already got something in common!” She said, grabbing hold of Henry. “Wanna dance?” she asked.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” Henry said, putting the drink he had been carrying loosely in his hand on a nearby table. It was knocked over by another dancer a moment later, to Henry’s dismay.
As the song picked up, so too did the girl’s dancing, Henry struggling to stay in pace. He knew he looked like an idiot, but he couldn’t stop, the music had seeped its way into his skull, shaking his neurons around in a rhythmic sway. He timed his footwork with the song, and before long felt as if he was ready to perform on stage, before the girl’s laughter abruptly pulled him out of his fantasy.
“You’re cute!” She said.
“Sorry, I just got really into the song.” Henry replied, panting as he realized he was sweating profusely.
“It is a really good song.” She laughed, before saying something Henry couldn’t make out over the noise of the room.
“What?”
“Why don’t we head outside where it’s quiet?”
“Okay!” Henry said, before the girl dragged him outside the hotel by the hand, and into a moonlit field of freshly harvested soy.
“Huh, I didn’t know there was a farm this close.” Henry said.
“They’re all over the place, I’ve found.” Said the girl, sitting down.
“What’s your name?” Asked Henry.
“Names are pretty but useless,” She replied, “But you can call me Evie.”
“I’m Henry.”
“I see, very pretty-,”
“But very useless.”
“You catch on quick! Come on, sit with me.”
Henry sat down with Evie, looking up at the near-starless sky.
“So, where are you from?” He asked.
“All over. Is that what you really wanna talk about?”
Henry was taken aback, “Sorry?”
“Everyone is from everywhere.”
“I guess so,” Henry began, “I’m from Schenectady, myself.”
“Well, so am I.” She said, laughing. “So, what’s a Schenectadian like yourself doing way down here?”
“Business, I think.” Replied Henry, “What did I really wanna talk about?”
“You don’t know?”
“I think it had something to do with you and me and that party.”
“Oh, now I remember!” began Evie, “You wanted to know why I was interested in you!”
Henry nodded, “That does sound like me.”
“Doesn’t it?” Evie replied, laying down on the damp ground, Henry following suit.
“So, why were you?”
“You were different. Honest.”
“Sounds like a nice way of saying I suck at dancing.”
“No, it’s a nice way of saying you’re strange.” Said Evie, “But so am I, so I wanted to dance with you.”
“Except you’re an amazing dancer.”
“Or you keep staring at my breasts, and that made you think I was an amazing dancer.”
“But if that were the case,” Henry began, turning on his side, “I wouldn’t be strange anymore.”
“You wouldn’t be very interesting.”
“And you wouldn’t have wanted to dance.”
Evie smiled, “that’s right.”
A gust of wind crashed against the ground, ruffling Henry’s hair. A moment later, Evie’s face grew stern, as she sat up and stared out into the distance.
“What’s wrong?” Asked Henry.
“I couldn’t tell what direction the wind came from.” She replied.
“What do you mean? It came from whatever direction my hair turned.”
“Exactly,” Evie said, “What direction did your hair turn? I was staring right at you and I couldn’t tell; it just moved!”
“Well, I guess it would have come from-,” Henry began, pointing towards the distant hills. “But it didn’t-it…”
“Something’s not right.”
“But it had to have come from somewhere, it moved my hair.”
There was a pause, before Evie stood up and said, “We need to get back inside.”
Henry looked out into the field as another directionless gust of wind brushed against his skin. “You’re right.” He said, backing towards the hotel, “We need to figure this out.”
The two made their way back into the hotel, bursting in only to find the music was off, and everyone was silently standing and staring at Henry. In the rafters were crimson streamers which weren’t there before, spinning in circles as if in a vortex. The air smelled of something horrible, yet indistinct. As if Henry was smelling the thing he thought of when he imagined a bad smell.
“Why are they looking at me?” Asked Evie, as she backed up into the door frame, all the while staring at Henry.
“They must be looking at both of us, then.” Replied Henry.
Evie stepped forward slowly, her arms shaking, as she stuttered what few words she could muster, “P-Please, somebody tell us what’s going on!” Yet even when speaking to the crowd, she was looking at Henry.
Silence remained, until a man near the front finally spoke up.
“I don’t have the slightest fucking idea!” He said, scampering forward, “But everybody’s looking at me, and they won’t fucking stop!” He was in a panic.
“That’s not possible, everyone is looking at me!” Henry said.
“And the wind can’t have come from nowhere.” Replied Evie, “none of this makes any sense!”
“You don’t say? What are we supposed to do?” Said the man in the front.
“First thing’s first- tell me your name, we’ll all work together better if we’re acquainted.” Evie said to the man, as she seemed to struggle to hide her fear behind her cool demeanor
“I’m Joe.”
“Good to meet you, Joe. I’m Evie, and this is Henry.”
“Okay Evie, and Henry, what the fuck is going on?”
“I don’t know, but we’re gonna figure this out together, alright? We just need to work out how we all got here, and how we can get back to where we were before.”
“What makes you think we aren’t in the same place?” Asked a woman in the back, “I’m Katie, in case you were gonna ask.”
“I was, and for everyone else: If you plan on speaking, say your name. But to answer your question, things weren’t like this even a few seconds ago, and we’ve been here for…. well, we’ve been here for long enough that a sudden change like this would be unlikely unless we aren’t where we were before.” Replied Evie.
“I don’t think we should assume that,” Said Henry, “All we know is that some change occurred, we can’t speak as to the nature of this change.”
“Well, you two seem awfully familiar with this situation.” Said Katie.
“What? Of course we aren’t, that’s why we’re speculating.” Said Evie, “How long has it seemed like everyone was staring at you?”
“Since the music stopped.” Said the woman holding Joe’s arm, “I’m Hellen.”
“Hi Hellen, when did the music stop?” Asked Evie.
“Oh, you know, pretty recently I’d think.” Replied Hellen.
“When exactly?”
Hellen paused, seemingly lost in thought as confusion drenched her face, “I can’t remember a time when we had music on, or when everyone wasn’t looking at me. I don’t…I don’t understand, I know that they weren’t always looking at me, but….it’s all I can remember.”
“Oh…oh Jesus, oh God….” Began a young man near the middle of the crowd, “We’re gonna fucking die in here, I know we are!”
“Why do you say that?” Asked Henry.
“Because I can’t remember being alive! I can’t remember anything, I was born in this room!”
“How does any of that indicate to you that you’re going to die?” Asked Henry, to empty air as Evie continued.
“Do any of you remember where you came from?”
“You know that I remember.” Henry replied.
“yeah, you’re from….fuck, where were you from again?” Asked Evie.
“I’m from……oh Christ.”
“No, don’t say it, don’t fucking say it!” Cried out the young man.
“I don’t remember anymore….”
“It’s alright, everyone needs to stay calm, we’re gonna be alright. We just need to work this out.” Said Evie.
“How can we stay calm, I don’t even know where I’m from! I don’t know who I am!!” Cried out another voice, which incited an uproar in the crowd, as everyone spoke over each other, their eyes constantly fixed on Henry, rarely blinking, and bloodshot. The eyes turned with every subtle movement Henry made. His gut stirred into a frenzy, as his heart beat out of his chest, and his thoughts swelled. They wouldn’t look away.
“I need them to stop looking at me.” Henry muttered. “I can’t stand it, I want them to stop!”
“It’s alright, just hold my hand.” Evie said.
“I’ll just shut my eyes, it’ll be alright if I shut my eyes.” Henry said, before clamping his eyes shut, and blocking out the world. He was alone in the dark, surrounded by only the sound of his thoughts. Yet he could feel them staring, their eyes piercing through his lids and into his brain. He could even hear their glaring, as if all his senses melded together into an amalgam of noise. He then opened his eyes and fell to the ground, cold sweat shooting from his pores.
“Look, you need to relax.” Evie said, “It’s useless to panic.”
“They won’t stop looking at me!”
“Everyone is looking at everyone, there’s nothing we can do about that until we figure out what’s going on, and we can’t do that with you panicking. You and I are the smartest people in this room, we have to think of something.”
“How can you know that?” Henry asked, as he looked up at Evie. He wanted to find warmth in her smile, but all he could see were her budging eyes, thick with blood pumping through the exposed veins in the whites of her eyes.
“Because we’re different!” She said, shouting over the crowd.
“M-Maybe we could try and remember something about ourselves; anything at all.” Henry said as he stood up, “we should do it alone, though. We don’t want to panic anyone if we can’t think of anything.”
Evie nodded, “Good thinking.” She said, “They won’t hear us over their shouting, we’ve got a chance to do it now. Quick, think of anything that makes you, you.”
As soon as she had finished, the volume of the shouting lowered, as if on cue. Although he noticed, Henry didn’t react, and a moment later, forgot. Henry stood in silence.
“We’re smart…” Evie said.
“Wait, you’re right!” Henry said, “And we’re strange, that’s why you were interested in me!”
“Our character traits are still ours!” Evie screamed gleefully, hugging Henry tightly, before shouting into the crowd to get their attention, her voice booming over everyone else’s, as the shouting once more returned to full volume. “Listen! I want all of you to focus on something distinctive about you- a personality trait, a specific skill, anything!”
The crowd slowly calmed, as Joe said, “I’m a boxer, I love to fight.”
“Fantastic, I hate fighting!” Henry replied, before facing the crowd of bursting eyes, “We still have our character traits. Everyone keep thinking about those traits; hold onto them, and don’t let them slip away. It’s possible that whatever’s happening will get worse, and we might forget more, so it’s imperative that you hold onto something unique about you.”
Evie leaned in and whispered into Henry’s ear, “Why are our traits still intact?”
“Maybe it’s just our memory.” Suggested Henry, “Our traits, temperament, physical ability- these are all aspects of who we are, not what we remember.”
“I wouldn’t become complacent in that, whatever’s happening is clearly also messing with our perception.” Evie replied.
Henry nodded, looking back at the crowd, “Everyone keep thinking about your traits, me and Evie are gonna investigate the rest of the hotel.”
“Until then, we should all break up into smaller groups and hang around separate rooms. It might make it easier to cope with the staring if there fewer eyes.” Said Evie.
Joe nodded, “You guys, come with me.” He said, gesturing to the people around him, his eyes still fixated on Henry.
“Follow me, everyone over here.” Said a little old woman in white. She stared at Henry all the while.
“Anyone who’s left, come with me.” Said A tall man in a suit. He too stared at Henry.
“Leadership ability in that many people could prove problematic if they start getting tribal.” Said Henry, as he and Evie walked up the stairs.
“We’ll have frequent meetings with the others, make sure that doesn’t happen.” Replied Evie.
“I hope that’s enough.”
Evie laughed, “I hope we aren’t trapped here long enough for it to matter.”
“Who says we’re trapped?” Asked Henry, “We never did try to leave.”
Evie grew silent, as her eyes darted back and forth, as if seeking an answer, “I can’t say how I know it, but I know we’re trapped.”
“I know it too, but maybe we shouldn’t trust our perceptions. Think we should just try to leave?”
“Where would we go? Who’s to say that once we get out, if we can get out, we’ll remember anything?” Evie began, “We don’t even know if there’s anywhere to get back to.”
“Maybe you’re right.” Henry said, “We should just try to figure this out, maybe there’s a hope we just haven’t found yet.”
“One we can’t remember.” Said Evie, smiling.
2
Henry sat motionless in the chair, his mirrored image staring back at him, as Evie fiddled with the contraption she found. The walls of the room were densely packed with reflective materials of all kinds, and the one which Henry stared at was an older mirror which looked just like the one he had at home, wherever that was.
“See anything you remember?” Henry asked.
“No, interesting that you do.” She replied, looking up for a moment, before looking back at the contraption.
There was a brief stint in their conversation, before Henry changed topics.
“Figured anything out about that thing?”
“No,” Evie said, “Not yet.”
“Do you remember how we got here?”
“No, unfortunately. I’m assuming you haven’t either.”
“I remember stairs. And this mirror, of course.” Henry said, before looking back at the mirror, realizing it had vanished. “Oh, maybe there wasn’t a mirror.”
Evie put the contraption down, seating herself next to Henry.
“Do you remember the soy field?” She asked.
“Yeah, I’m hoping I don’t forget.”
Evie smiled, “Not getting sentimental, I hope.”
“Course not; that’s just the only thing I can point to as to why I’m up here with you and not down there with them. It’d make me feel suspicious if you and I were friendly without me knowing why.”
“I’m sure you’ll think of some reason why we’re here together.”
Henry laughed, “You say that as if it’s inevitable.”
“Isn’t it?” Evie stood back up, looking around the room, “Our memories have been slipping away continually. The first thing I lost was how I got here, then why I’m here in the first place. After that I just started forgetting everything, and rapidly. The only thing I’ve held onto is what’s happened tonight, and my base character traits; even that could go, and the memories definitely will.”
“Yeah, like the mirror I was looking at.” Henry said.
“What mirror?” Asked Evie.
“Oh, probably one of the others around the room.”
There was another brief pause, before Henry turned to where Evie was, only to realize that she was once again fiddling with the contraption she found behind him.
“Maybe there’s something unique about tonight, something that’s caused us to remember it but nothing else. And maybe these aren’t our character traits, we only assumed they were.” He said.
Evie turned around, “What do you mean?” She asked, before putting the contraption down.
“Isn’t it possible that our character traits we’re exhibiting now are post hoc rationalizations of our behavior thus far, and aren’t genuine reflections of who we were before now?”
“I-well, I remember being like this, I know I was.”
“But you’ve said it yourself, we can’t trust our memories.” Henry laughed nervously, “Or you implied it, at least; I can’t remember if you actually said it.”
Evie began pacing, as she bit away at her fingernail, “What about our intelligence? That’s something more fundamental; something that couldn’t be changed in a single night, or, not improved in a single night.”
“Or we’re not as smart as we think we are, but something about the way we were acting during the party made us think we should be smart.”
Evie grew silent, as she looked in a mirror, “I wanna go home, wherever the fuck home is! I just wanna sleep in my bed and wake up knowing I’ll be okay.”
Henry stood up, putting his hand on Evie’s shoulder, “It’s alright, we’re gonna get out of this. There’s gotta be a truth in all this, reality is objective.”
“Doesn’t mean we’ll find that truth.” Evie said under her breath.
Henry’s face lit up, as he shouted, “We are smart!”
Evie looked at him confused, “What?” She said.
“I just got up and comforted you; I took the initiative and tried to help you!”
“Yeah, okay.”
“No, think about it! Based on my actions tonight, would I seem like the type to try and comfort someone, especially someone I’m attracted to?”
“You’re attracted to-of course you are” Evie said, smiling, “You could be, your brain would likely create the most favorable version of yourself when making up traits, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes, but not to a degree which would contradict previously held information! See, without just tonight as a basis by which you assess my character, you wouldn’t know that I care about anyone other than myself. Think, what do we know about me based off my actions? I’m probably intelligent, uncomfortable at parties and most people, can’t warm up to others on my own, seem most excited when I’m talking about anything other than personal interaction, quick to panic under pressure- everything that would indicate me being the opposite kind of person who would, without any hesitation, try and comfort you. You-someone I’ve only just met, and not grown enough familiarity with to feel a social responsibility to comfort!”
Evie turned fully around to face Henry, her eyes searching her mind to find any flaws in Henry’s assessment. She then seemed disappointed, sitting back down, “I don’t see it, it’s not certain.”
“We’ll need some certainty if we’re gonna get out of this.”
“If there is anything to get out of. If we can’t confirm through memory where we came from, whose to say we came from anywhere? Maybe the entire universe consists only of this room, and nothing else.”
“Only of this hotel.”
“Only of this room.”
The two sat in silence again, Evie picking the contraption back up, before she began to cry.
“What’s wrong?” Henry asked.
“It changed—it doesn’t look like how I remember.”
“You mean you forgot?”
“Yeah, I’m fucking forgetting something that happened a couple minutes ago!”
“Okay, okay we need to stay calm and test our memory of events thus far. How did we meet?”
“I intentionally brushed my ass against you hoping it would get your attention because I thought you were cute.”
“Yeah, I remember that too. Good, so we are holding onto some things. Maybe the only things we’re holding onto are things we value as important right now?”
“Then why do you remember that mirror?”
“What mirror—” Henry began, before turning back and seeing that the mirror was back, and then he forgot about forgetting. Henry shrugged his shoulders, “Maybe it had something to do with why I’m here? Something recent and important to me.”
“We can’t know without your memory.”
Henry nodded, “That’s how it seems, anyway.” He then looked down at the contraption Evie had been messing with. “Can I take a look at it?” He asked.
“By all means.” She said, passing him the contraption.
It was a strange beast of cogs and twine, which twisted around a lever that could be pulled to no effect. “Maybe it doesn’t do anything but represents something.”
Evie scoffed, “Now we’re assuming that the hotel is in some way communicative of some aspect of our memory?”
“Maybe our memories transferred into the hotel somehow? Something about the hotel feeding on them?”
Evie laughed, “that’s not how memories work!”
“And now we’re assuming that this place conforms to how things worked before.”
“Didn’t you say that there must be a truth in all this, that there’s always an objective reality?”
Henry was confused, “Did I?” Before Evie continued as if he hadn’t spoken.
“Besides, if we assume that this doesn’t function according to the rules of the outside world, we may as well give up now.”
There was another pause in the conversation, before Henry broke it with a reminder.
“I did say we could always just leave.”
Evie laughed, “I guess you really do wanna leave.”
“Why’s that?”
“You can’t remember whether or not you told me there was an objective reality, which happened more recently, but you can remember suggesting we leave.”
“That presupposes that what we remember is based on what is important to us.” Henry replied.
“Isn’t that what you said earlier?”
Henry shrugged his shoulders, “I can’t know for certain.”
Just then, two people burst into the room, their faces familiar, and their eyes fixated on Henry.
“We need your help, now!” Said one of them in a frenzy.
“Wait, slow down, what’s going on?”
“Some of the guys downstairs just up and walked out of the hotel, not a word spoken!”
“Figured it was bound to happen, so what’s the problem?” Henry asked.
“There’s nothing outside the fucking hotel!”
Henry’s heart sank, as leapt from his seat and pushed the two men out of the way. His world crumbled around him when he saw the door below, and the emptiness beyond it. Outside the hotel was void of every color, even black. Henry couldn’t understand what he was looking at, a space empty of everything.
“What happened to them?” Evie asked.
“They’re just gone, I don’t fucking know!” Said the man.
Henry then noticed that the man had been staring at him the whole time, before he remembered that everyone was always staring at him—but not Evie.
“Why aren’t you looking at me?” Henry asked Evie.
“What do you mean, I am! Why are you looking at me!” Said the man.
“No, I’m talking to Evie.”
“To who?”
“The girl! Why weren’t you always looking at me in the mirror room?”
Evie stepped back, looking at the men, then at Henry, “I don’t know, I completely forgot about the staring.”
“Look, I just wanna know how we can get those people back!” Said the man.
“Why?” Asked Evie.
“Do I need a fucking reason?”
“You should have one, even if you don’t need it.” Replied Evie.
“One of the girls that left was my wife!”
“So you remembered you had a wife, that’s more evidence of the importance thing we were talking about.” Evie said to Henry.
“Or its sex. We’re attracted to each other, and presumably this guy was attracted to his wife.”
“My name’s Joe, asshole!” Joe said.
“Oh, right, I remember. Sorry.” Henry said, dispassionately.
“We should see if anyone else remembers someone outside of this hotel who they aren’t attracted to.” Evie said.
“Yeah, I agree.”
“What about my wife?!” Joe asked, in a panic.
“We don’t even know where to begin with what’s outside the hotel, but we do have a place to start with figuring out why we only remember certain things, which could tell us something about everything else.” Henry replied.
“Like that we’re in a hotel.” Evie said.
“Yeah, like that.”
Joe looked as if he was ready to attack, but calmed himself down, as he rubbed his fist, “Fine, fuck it.” He said.
Henry nodded uncomfortably, before brushing past Joe and down the stairs towards the crowd of people, all staring at him.
“Me and Evie here are gonna go around the room and ask everyone to tell us about anyone they can remember from either inside or outside the hotel. You should all line up to make this easier.” Henry said.
“Fuck that, we need to get those people back!” Said someone in the crowd.
“Like I said to…...that guy up there, there’s nothing we can do about that right now. For now, this is the best thing we can do to figure out what’s going on here, then maybe we’ve figured out enough, we can see about getting everyone back here safely, so we can escape properly.” Henry replied.
“How’s this gonna help us figure this out?” Asked another.
“We believe that either people we’re attracted to, or people who are in some way immediately important to us are kept in our memories. If we can confirm either or both of these hypothesis’, we can start to figure out why we’ve forgotten what we have and work our way from there towards developing an answer to the question of why we’re all here, and from there, how we can get out.” Evie replied.
Everyone deliberated amongst each other, a few of them leaving the crowd to walk towards the opened door to the hotel, though most began forming a line.
“Thank you to everyone whose decided to help us, and I hope the others will reconsider.” Said Henry.
“Go fuck yourself!” Shouted one of the men at the door.
“Okay—let’s get started.” Said Evie.
3
“I am whoever I say I am!” Screamed the man with a broken finger at Henry, “who are you to tell me otherwise?!”
“Does anyone remember how we got here?” Asked Evie, to deaf ears.
“What were we talking about?” Henry asked the screaming man, perplexed.
“You told me I wasn’t Joe! I am Joe!”
“Who the hell is Joe?” Asked Evie.
“Me, you fucker!”
“I thought he was Joe.” Said Henry, pointing at another man, who had yet to speak.
“Wait, am I Joe?” Asked the silent man.
“No, I am!”
“You could both be Joe.” Said Henry.
“That’s not possible, there can’t be more than one Joe!”
“I’m seriously considering becoming Joe.” Said the Silent man.
“God Damn it!” Shouted the screaming man, before storming off into the nothing. It was then that Henry realized that everything was nothing, except Evie, the silent man and the shouting man, who were something, but he couldn’t tell what.
“Everything is deconstructed.” Said Henry, “I can’t feel anything!”
“How did we get here?” Asked Evie.
“I can’t remember.” Said the silent man.
“Everything is everything.” Said Henry.
“Nothing is Anything.” Said Evie.
“I can’t find her anywhere!” Said the shouting man, pushing the nothing out of the way so he could look through nothing.
“Find who?” Asked the silent man.
“My wife, she left the hotel and I can’t find her!”
“Do you think that’s what we did, leave the hotel?” Asked Evie.
“There isn’t enough information, we can’t know that.”
“I don’t seem the type to leave the hotel.” Said Evie.
“Wait, we need to collect ourselves. Do you remember my name?” Asked Henry to Evie.
“You’re Henry, do you remember me, and how we met?”
“You’re Evie, and we met when I bumped my ass against you because I thought you were cute.” Said Henry.
“And strange!” Said Evie.
“Yes, and strange.”
“Where is my fucking wife?!” Shouted the shouting man.
“Did we ever establish any rules?” Asked Henry to Evie.
“What do you mean?” replied Evie.
“Did we ever figure out any rules by which this universe operates?”
“I thought we did.” Said Evie.
“So did I.”
Everything became silent, save for the shouting man, who became hysterical. Soon even the shouting man became silent, as he wept softly.
“Did you find her?” Asked the silent man.
“Yes,” Began the shouting man, as he stood up, the body of a woman in his arms. “She’s dead!”
“That’s probably going to happen to us, too.” Said Henry.
“If we’re outside the hotel, that’s what it seems.” Replied Evie.
“Maybe there never was a hotel.” Said the silent man, “Maybe this is what’s always been. Can you remember how you got here?”
“No, that’s why I asked it a moment ago.” Said Henry, “I think I might give up.”
“We must be under the hill.” Said Evie.
“I’m tired.” Said Henry.
“We could climb out!” Said Evie.
“I wanna lay down.” Said Henry, as he collapsed into the nothing, and felt the damp ground against his back. It felt like the freshly harvested soy field from years ago. “This feels nice.” He said.
Evie began waving her arms around, miming a climb out of the nothing.
Music began to play softly in the air, as Henry felt hardwood against his back.
“Do you hear that?” Asked Henry.
“Get up and fucking help me, I’m almost out!”
“I love this song.” Said Henry.
His legs went numb, as Henry felt his heart stop. He was floating, lifelessly listening to the music as he drifted into the nothing.