He was afraid. He had wanted somebody, anybody to join him in the endless corridors that he was running through, but as he peeked around the corner at the impossible man standing before him he wanted to hide again. The man seemed to have time bend around him and that fascinated and scared him at the same time. The man poked his head back through the doors he wasn't allowed out and a few moments later a woman joined him. She spoke in a soft voice but he couldn't understand what either of them were saying. Their words bombarded his ears and his mind tried desperately to understand. He had heard their words before but he didn't know where.
She came and stood at the edge of the stairs. "Who are you? Have you come to take me home?" He asked her and she looked at him confused. "Please I just want to go home." He said looking at first the woman and then the man. They both just stared at him. She gently gestured for him to come towards her and he took tiny steps forward on his sore feet. They didn't hurt so much when he ran but after he had stopped they throbbed endlessly.
The woman said something and the man left. He stopped and waited. If the man came back with others he was still far enough away that he could run. He hoped that the corridors would lead him far enough away that he could escape them. When the man returned alone he began to follow them again to the doors. But as he stepped off he saw another strange man and woman staring at him from the side of the room. He turned to head back into the safety of the endless corridors but the man grabbed his arm roughly.
"Please, please just let me go. I won't tell anyone. I just want to go home." He cried out as they drug him into a room where medical equipment was set up. "Please," he cried out again. The man sat him down for a moment and he took the opportunity to try to run. He was grabbed quickly again and a third man entered the room. The woman was coming at him with a syringe and he cried out as she stabbed him in the arm with it. He just wanted to go home.
He awoke laying flat on his stomach. Fingers were gently trailing down his back. He froze. "Please no, not again." he cried out over and over in his mind. But he didn't dare make a sound. He didn't want them to know he was awake. Not yet at least. He stayed still as they dressed him and rolled him onto his back again. He felt the pinprick of a needle again and then the strangeness of it being left. He opened his eyes a crack and saw the IV in his hand. He looked at the woman as he moved his hand over to examine it.
She took his hand and moved it back. The bandages on his arms itched and he went to scratch the bandages and she moved his hand again. He glared at her. He was itchy and miserable and she kept stopping him. He looked up at the man as the man spoke and then pretend like he had gone to sleep. He could do that. He settled down and closed his eyes and listened to them leave the room.
Once gone he took the needle out of his hand and looked around. He quickly rushed up the steps and back to the impossible corridors. But as he tried to open them he found the doors locked. He pulled on them and then took off as the third man came in the room. He wanted the impossible man again. He followed the feeling of his strangeness until he came to a room where the man and woman were sitting. As he opened the door and smile at them she frowned at him and shook her head.