The next time I awoke, it was a much more brightly lit room. I felt the pillows under my back which propped me partially upright. My head rested upon the back of the divan which was long enough to hold the length of my body. And there seemed to be a lot of noise. Mostly from across the room, which seemed to span twenty yards or more. And it was cold; I mean compared to the eighty degree morning I started the day with. The din seemed to reverberate off the walls encasing us, and then I noticed. The walls were of rock or stone, and appeared to be held together by dirt. Rows of fluorescents lined the ceiling and the brightness hurt my eyes for the moment.
A different pitch and tone was more clearly discerned nearer me though, and I rotated my head enough to see a handful of boys, peering around each other’s shoulders, their eyes wide. They whispered to each other in an excited, almost anticipatory state. Then they pushed one of the boys closer to me, nudging him with hands and nodding assertively, that he was the one. Fear and excitement raced across the young boy’s face, and as he fought for words, his body shirred up as if the right thread was being gathered to do so. Now within a yard of my limp and laying body, his hands folded together, slightly reaching forward, he spoke. “Can you make your eyes pop out like you did with Greely & Todd…can you really do that?” Gasps and giggles rose from the group of boys, as the certainty in their eyes was rewarded with their friends questioning. So now they all stood, almost on tip toes to see around the others, awaiting my response. Near motionless, not even a breath could be heard, as they held them waiting to see the spectacle they were in such great anticipation of.
But I was not fully cognitive, my mind gathering up the words being spread across the expanse by the forty or more people I saw grouped there. They were less than ten yards from me, but so few words were discernible. Is that him? A shorter girl asked, her hair golden and braided, draping over her undeveloped shoulders.
How did he get here? A slightly older girl asked, her patchwork A-line dress hanging down near the ankles of feet which seemed soiled with dust and dirt, rising up to her calves. At least twenty-five men were more tightly grouped, there ages appeared from older teens towards my age, perhaps even older than sixty. But I could not hear a word they spoke between themselves. A dozen or more women bordered around them, their ages evenly spaced as well, and encompassing three generations was my best guess. With each blink of my eyes my focus improved, and soon I could hear five or six of the adults speaking to the others. Assuring them everything is alright and that they are still safe.
I wanted to speak to them but my mouth was so dry I could barely get air to pass through it to breathe. ‘Water…’ was all that emerged for the moment, and as I craned and cocked my head for a better position, the boys leapt back a few feet, drawing attention from the group across the room. I recognized no one in particular, especially attempting the two who brought me here…Todd and Greely. But no. Not a single face appeared familiar, and then there were ten faces about me. Each appeared interested and just as one would ready themselves to ask something, another would start simultaneously. This hic-up of dialogue did not generate many words, and quickly the eldest of the group stepped forward.
“I’m Jake Steadman” the man stated, retrieving a glass of water from one of the women, and presenting it to me. My hand easily rose to greet the glass, but my fingers were not able to grasp it. An younger woman, perhaps Jake’s daughter, came to sit beside me and guide the glass to my lips.