A/N: Here it is, my new story. Sorry this chapter's so short. Anyway, the story will get better from here on out (hopefully). As for where this came from...I have no idea.


The walls, they sing. The walls, they see. The walls, they're crushing, pinning me. Why must I endure this suffering? It's apocryphal. The world ends in four days. The Mayans know nothing. These thoughts won't stop haunting me. A thousand and one ideas flit through my mind: formulas for quadratic functions, theoretical ways of building invisibility cloaks, visualizations of different fashions for members of both sexes. I can't sleep without thinking of these things. Can't eat, can't think quickly enough. The snow falls slowly outside my barred window.