Part 4: And the Fog Lifts:
I rub my eyes and stretch. I must have slept for a long time, but I don’t feel rested. The room is bright and cheery, but there is no furnishing except for the thin mat that I was sleeping on. I look around be there is no door, or windows, or any way to get out. After panicked pounding on the walls for about half an hour, a crack forms on the far wall and an opening appears from where there was just wall before. I was so relieved that there was a way out that I forget to be pissed that someone locked me up in the first place.
Three cardboard people came in to welcome me to a brand new day. I had never seen cardboard people before so it was quite a shock for me to be confronted with life sized and fully animated cardboard cutouts of people. They were painted fire engine red and had two big white dots were eyes should be, but no mouth at all. They bent at the same joints as humans, but walked a little stiff. I just wondered how they were able to talk. There was no mouth or tongue or voice box, but somehow they were able to talk, and boy could they talk.
It was a constant chatter. When one would stop another would start. Sometimes they would talk over each other, sometimes they would ask me questions and then another would answer for me. It didn’t appear that they needed me for any part of this conversation, but apparently thought that I should be included. Maybe it was just because I was in the room, or maybe they just enjoyed having a real human around. Whatever the case I became annoyed quickly.
