PROLOGUE
I awoke to beeping and people crowding around me. There was so much white. Everyone was wearing it; pants, shoes, shirts. They even wore strange round cups over their mouths and noses.
One, a man I believe, looked up from his notes and looked excitedly at every other person that was there. They seemed to be communicating but I couldn't hear anything. One of the people, he was wearing a green outfit, came to me holding a big pad.
He wrote on it and it said, 'Mr. Jones, you fell into a coma. We have been watching your house so we know it hasn't been robbed. But you can still go back into the coma if you aren't careful so we are keeping you here in the hospital for the next few days. Do you have any questions for us? We will try our best to answer them.'
I wrote back to him, 'I can't hear anything!' By this time I was beginning to panic.
He responded, 'No but that's why I am writing to you. You are getting old so you may be deaf. Do you have any family that we can contact?'
I replied yes, 'I have a granddaughter, her name is Ruby Jones, but she likes to go as RJ. But that is all. Everyone else is gone...'
The doctor wrote 'Do you have a will? We are trying as best as we can, the other doctors and I, but if we fail you need to have a will.'
I wrote that I did, all of my things went to RJ, even my house. If she didn't want it that's her problem, but I want her to own it.
'Oh yes make sure to tell her that there may be some secrets hidden around my house, like a giant labyrinth!'
'We will... How old is she?' The doctor didn't seem to believe me, and he looked genuinely worried.
'Right now she is 15, and she is in an orphanage because I couldn't take care of her.'
'Alright, well a person isn't allowed to own a house until they turn 18, so the house may be abandoned for a few years.'
All of a sudden everything went fuzzy and a white light blocked my vision. I started walking to the light and…
