"As everyone was talking about the white marble topped bench with straps to contain the thing it held. It stirred. Everyone within the room fell silent. The room before him was blurred, the scene was quite different from what it had been before. Though it couldn't remember much of it. The room still smelt like disinfectant but had much more people in it then before. His hands clamped onto the sides of the bench everything he touched felt soft between his fingers; almost like a toy. It was as though he was on the surface of life." Waking up not knowing who he is, or anything about himself, people surrounding him telling him he is different. And treating him as a thing, as a project, rather than a person is difficult. All he can think is that he needs to get out of there, he needs to leave. But if he gets out, what will the world be like for him. Will everything be as clean as the Spiral Organisation, or disgusting and horrible?