Long sterile halls painted a faintly sickly shade of off-white, lined with anonymous doors. He's wandering through ImpMil, looking for something. He can't remember what it is, but it's very important that he find it. Someone keeps screaming. Maybe they'll know where to look. He tries to follow the sound, but keeps circling the same corridors, over and over and over again; every door he tries leads him back where he started. None of them are labelled, and they move when he's not looking. The bastards.
Finally he turns away and starts heading in the opposite direction. The screams echo louder and louder. "Will you shut up!" he yells. "Can't you see I'm trying to save you?" But the anguished howling continues unabated. The next door he tries is locked. He pulls and pulls, but it won't open - it's stuck.
Miles becomes frantic, certain that what he's looking for is on the other side. He runs his hands all over the door, looking for some secret button or weakness he can use to pry it open. While he's not paying attention, the handle melts away, leaving the door a featureless panel. He slumps against it, weeping.
(It's around this point that he starts making unhappy noises in his sleep.)
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Long sterile halls painted a faintly sickly shade of off-white, lined with anonymous doors. He's wandering through ImpMil, looking for something. He can't remember what it is, but it's very important that he find it. Someone keeps screaming. Maybe they'll know where to look. He tries to follow the sound, but keeps circling the same corridors, over and over and over again; every door he tries leads him back where he started. None of them are labelled, and they move when he's not looking. The bastards.
Finally he turns away and starts heading in the opposite direction. The screams echo louder and louder. "Will you shut up!" he yells. "Can't you see I'm trying to save you?" But the anguished howling continues unabated. The next door he tries is locked. He pulls and pulls, but it won't open - it's stuck.
Miles becomes frantic, certain that what he's looking for is on the other side. He runs his hands all over the door, looking for some secret button or weakness he can use to pry it open. While he's not paying attention, the handle melts away, leaving the door a featureless panel. He slumps against it, weeping.
(It's around this point that he starts making unhappy noises in his sleep.)