Chapter 6: Through Our Skin

Gyro awoke to a pale blue light above. Looking around through slightly blue tinted vision, he concluded that this was not his apartment. Instead of the Needle-Haystack bed, he would normally wake up in, there was nothing but gray dirt beneath him, and instead of the elaborately painted walls and matching ceiling mural to restrict his vision, Gyro's eyes were met with a maddeningly empty sky of gray that glowed gently.

Suspiciously soon after his awakening, an ear-splitting scream echoed throughout the empty landscape. The same scream a little girl would make on their first session with their Giver.

"Hello," Gyro inquired to the monotone void surrounding him as he stood himself up, hoping to find whoever was screaming, and by extension, civilization.

Gyro didn't get a response and then guessed that he was probably dragged off into the night by his Giver for an evidently harrowing session that didn't simply stop at the body. This was a treatment of the mind. So he simply stayed put and prepared to endure the agonizing nothingness to pass.