Ruslativer/Timbaca

PART TWO:

So lonely. That's how it felt at the moment in time. I wondered whether this was one of those "dimensions" where your will bends objects and events to your own ideas and requirements. After several hours of hard, hard thinking I realised that I couldn't do that and all I ended up with was a feeling similar to having two opposing colours in my head. Not particularly pleasant. I wondered whether I would see the "professor" again, and whether he would manifest himself in the same form, or maybe as a bear. I'd like that. I wondered what my family were doing. Mourning? What if I had woken up at the end of humanity and this meadow was all that's left due to some nuclear holocaust radioation madness? I wondered about my friends, I wondered about people in general, I wondered about the red buses in London and Christmas adverts and infidelity and so much. I slowly, slowly melted into a puddle of yellow liquid metal on the floor and fell asleep.

I think I woke up as a woman except I had no sensation in my body. I knew I was moving because things were moving around me but I couldn't feel anything. Everything was so numb. I tried to pinch myself but my hand missing the target and I must have looked so uncanny standing awkwardly in the middle of a vast green expanse. This experience reminded me of all the times when I lied on my arms but no decent thoughts came to mind so I left it and began walking somewhere.