At first, Adam was looking for a safer place. Nevertheless, five -or less- minutes later, he did not know where he was going. He just kept on walking, lost in his own dream. Suddenly, he realized that he was in another place, much more different that the last one. He was in the middle of a lake. He was not able to see the horizon. Neither the dephts of that green and nasty amount of water. He felt minuscle and scared. Once again, he could not move. Maybe it passed hours, but he remained as he was, motionless, like a tiny toy. This changed when he felt something slippery and sticky going around his leg. Then, he started swimming as fast as he could, wildly. It was a real nightmare: he did not move, and that "thing" caught him stronger and stronger, trying to drown him.
Suddenly, he woke up. Still dreaming, he found himself, shouting, inside an old building. Maybe a castle or a palace. The floor on which he was lied, as long as he was, was cold and dirty. His clothes and hair were wet, but his hand and feet were dry. There was a mirror inside the room. He walked slowly, ready to attack if necessary, to getting near it. It did not return his image. For a few seconds, it did not give back any one, since, with no warn, a woman inside was looking at him. It was Muriel. "Guilty", she said...
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