Doyle opened his eyes looking right at the ceiling, gingerly he sat up looking around. A house…white walls.
White…the light it killed him…is he dead? He felt his pulse from his wrist, nope strong and healthy. He's alive.
Looking around again he noticed a sofa, chairs, table a TV…it looked like someone lives here. But who ever that person is, is very tidy…and neat. The sofa's didn't look very sat in, but there were many of them, and he didn't feel like inspecting each one closely.
"Hello?" he called out, "Is anyone here?"
No answer. Slowly he stood, using the sofa to help him.
"Who ever is there, if anyone. Don't hurt me?" Pausing he added a meek, "Please?"
He saw bout 10-15 sofa's with a few chairs scattered over the place. The TV was huge! With his arms stretched wide he couldn't touch both sides. He walked into the next room, a kitchen. Like a restaurant's kitchen. Opening the fridge he noticed that all of his favoured foods were in there. Each cupboard also had his favoured foods. Which took him over 5 minutes to check each one. "Everything I like." He told no one. "Maybe I'm in heaven…Or maybe Cordy's heaven, with a TV that big."
In the next room which was a dining room it had a table fit to seat 19-20 people.
"Woaw. Echo!" he couldn't help but laugh, the dinning room echoed! Big TV, lots of food. Cordy would love this!
He glance up from the table and on the walls were pictures. Pictures he had in his wallet, or at home. One of his parents and him as a young child. But the rest was of Angel, Cordelia and himself. One of just Cordelia, he stroked his thumb across her cheek. "You're gonna kill me if you ever see me again." He told the pictures. Quickly wiping a tear from his cheek as if she could really see it, he turned and walked away, investigating the rest of the house.
20-30 doors. He sighed and slowly went into each. The first bedroom, was just like his room at home, but bigger, much bigger. All his clothes, books. Pictures. Even his own bed. But there was also an en-suit. Grinning in delight he went to the next bedroom. The next was just as big as his, but empty, unlived it, plain. Every room was the same. All with an en-suit. "No one lives in any of these. Guess this is my home then." He muttered to himself. Happy but also sad. Big home to himself. As he walked down stairs he realized there is no door to the outside world anywhere.
"Stuck 'ere then."