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WAKE UP
It has been seconds, minutes, perhaps hours. Your body stirs. The back, terribly sore. Thankfully, you can feel the hard, cold floor from toes to face.
Blood trickles down the side of your head. The wire from your forearm is gone. Only two small bumps remain.
Your head shifts. Orbs of white light dance within your visual field. Perhaps an illusion produced by malfunctioning neurons, or something real and out there.
Sitting up feels strangely heavy. To your horror, the wire has apparently migrated to your head, the prongs no doubt puncturing skull and reaching your brain.
Do not remove the wire. You crawl a few feet, slowly, but all the same; you are no more restricted in where you go now than you were before.
Where do you go?
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