It must have been hours since that the voice left me alone in darkness. Somehow, I don't feel hungry at all, even though my stomach is empty. It is weird but I cannot bring myself to worry about it.

I try to remember the face of the woman with stern but kind eyes but it eludes me, along with her words. Trying to remember is almost a physical effort and I end up on the floor, panting and sweating after each failure. The suit I cannot take off keeps me warm and dry.

It is good that the voice is gone because I hate its sound and every word it utters. But it is bad because lying alone in darkness feels very, very lonely.