It was late night. Silence. Deadly silence everywhere. Only one bloody clock in bedroom was making that horrible noise – ''tick, tock... tick tock...'' - ''Oh shut up!'' - he wanted to scream and he did, in his mind, cause his mouth were too tired to say it all loud. It was all too much.
Insomnia. Another sleepless and restless night. Another lonely time in darkness. Even the bed – which used to be a best companion, now seems to be worst enemy. Suddenly uncomfortable, too warm or too cold. Too soft or too hard. No any single nice place to lie down anymore. And that clock again.
It was time to get up. To try to live once again. First to sit. Then to put down the legs on the floor. And finally to stand up and go. But to where? White, bare feet were just sliding on the floor. It was imitation of a walk. The look was horrible – face without old glare , sight without those sparkles of evil, messy long black hair and careless tied yukata.
The opening door made creepy squeak. Outside. Hallways were empty. There was nothing anymore. Not a single walk. Chill and death everywhere. And that sliding walk – left foot, right foot... Slide by slide. Slowly. Emptiness and loneliness. Left foot, right foot.. One room – empty, second room empty... For a moment he thought he heard something – it was only mouse running away. ''Even them...'' - his mind was screaming but mouth stayed still silent. Left foot, right foot...
The lab-room. Used to be most noisy place. Everything was starting and ending here. Place full of creations and idea. Alive. Place of everything and nothing at the same time. It was his favourite room. Now it was just a room. Looking like any other – sad and pathetic shit. Nothing was happening. Maybe under plenty of dust and trash you could still find something interesting but there was no reason now to clean and remake it. There was no sense. An old spirit was gone. Everything was just gone. A slow walk inside the room. Little bit of a look everywhere – a pause. Closed eyes. A smirk on his face – some happy memories came back for a while. Smirk was gone. Eyes open. Madness. Anger. Fast move with hands and all stuff from desk landed on the floor. Broken glasses and pipes. And a leak of red blood on his hands. Nothing. Lights off. Door closed. End of that. Left foot, right foot...
Slow walk forward. A stop. Again eyes closed and again that smirk on his face. Another memory. A little bit longer. A head full of moments. Gone. Darkness and silence.
A new door. Last door. Office. A place holding lots of thoughts. Tones of them. Ideas. Moments. Memories. Inside that chair in the middle. Oh yes – that lovely wooden chair. One more sit. For a moment. That scent. Fresh blood. Drops. Wounds after crashing the labs. That room sometimes was covered by dead bodies. And same scent was everywhere. Ah, what a nice feeling. Memorable. Old good times. Yes. Glory. Fame. Fear. Eyes became sleepy. Heavy. No struggling. It's peacful pleasure. Yes. Close they eyes. Let him go away in a sweet dream.
Silence. Darkness. Bedroom again. It was a dream? Was it? Another short nightmare. Or pleasurable moment of rest. At least. The noisy clock ''Tick, tock... tick tock''. Another day of loneliness. Time to get up...