Chapter One
The roof fell. Plaster and wood came falling down like hawks. The glass shattered, leaving the gas to excape. He awoke. Sweat was forming on his forehead. He was breathing hard. The memory came back, cutting through him like a knife. He grabbed his head. The tests, the white coats, the gas, oh god, the gas. He remembered. The man looked around at his surroundings. The place had ivy vines growing up the walls. The glass was broken, all of it. The floor was brown with water stains, in which came from the ceiling. A hole, in the ceiling, showed the outside. The man lifted his arm. His shoulderblade cracked. The man's reflexes told him to put down his hand. Then, after a minute or two, he lifted it again, this time with no pain, because he was used to it. The man picked up his body. It seemed that all the bones just came into position. The man yelped with pain, and then fell on his back.
Yet, minutes later, he lifted himself up, and he was fine. The man got up, and started to stand. He fell to his knees. The man yet got up again and then stood up over and over again, until he mastered it. He started to walk, and then failed, and then failed, and finally got it after a few times. He walked upon the rubbish left of the ceiling. He stood on the pile looking into the horizon. The stars were gleaming, and the sun sat in the middle. Thats odd, he thought. Then, in the distance, he saw a large round object. It was not glowing, for then it is not a star. The large object rotated slowly, and reflected off the sun. Then he saw it. That was earth, and I am stuck on the moon, alone.