Amongst the group of twenty-six, the man had worked his way slowly to the back, taking several steps in that direction every time he was free from anyone’s sight. What the hell is going on here? How are these people? How did we all get here? Where is here?
Looking down at his name tag for the hundreth time in the last few minutes alone, it still didn’t make any sense. X-Ray? Was it code for something? There were too many questions to answer and nobody seemed to have the answers. He carefully sat himself on a street curb, tucking his hands beneath his armpits. Anyway to make himself smaller and out of sight seemed to be his best option.
“This can’t be happening,” he whispered. “This has to be some sort of nightmare simulation.”









