He locked me in! It’s been forever. Like days. More like weeks, but in this white hell where I’m stuck with him, who knows? I’m trapped in here with nothing to do but wonder what’s going on back in the real world, i.e., the game. Are they OK? Are they pissed at me? What if they think I croaked at my machine, or that, I got, like, booted for some heinous act I did that they don’t know about? I was fucking disconnected. Did they even notice when I went POOF? Shit. What if they picked up another eighth, like, that Secaucus Serpent guy from the Kendo Kadre that’s always trying to get in with us and played on through. They could be storming Chinyatsu Yo right now, like there never was a Hydra Destroyer. Like there never was a me. There kind of isn’t, now. Just Ned fading into the woodwork, one more white thing in a place with white everything: no rugs on the bleached-sand floor, if you go barefoot you can pretend it’s the beach but shit, there’s no curtains or pictures on the nubbly white walls and if they were, they would be white.
