He ran.
As the rain pounded down on him, taunting him, he ran.
Leftfootrightfootturndodgetherockleftrightleft...
Around and around, again and again.
Leftfootrightfootturndodgetherockleftrightleft...
The voices... they are always there.
Whispering, moaning.
Traitorcreatorshameonyoujudasfindyourownhome
Why? Why do they bother him and not the people that he pretend do not exist, as they quietly scan him and huddle in corners.
"The memory wipe failed? Give it more juice."
"It's already on max!"
Leftfootrightfootturndodgetherockleftrightleft...
Who is he? Where is he? That he does not know. All he knows is the rain, and the running and the rock.
Leftfootrightfootturndodgetherockleftrightleft...
"We'll do it the hard way then."
A corridor. Something new. He turns onto it, enjoying the new space the new patter of jolts that vibrates the the core of his being.
Leftfootrightfooteftrightleftjumpthegap...
He runs. He does not know how long, for there was no day or night in this place. He runs, disregarding the pain.
Leftrightleftrightstoooooop!
Oh something new, time to turn. As he does so,
Oohsparklywaitstopdoingthatouchstoppleasewhystopthisnowwha
Thomas collapses into the Cage, leaving a trail of bloody footprints behind.