Hall of Infinite Doors
The first thing you notice as your sticky eyes pull themselves open is just how quiet everything is. Two still rays of sunlight lie side by side along the outer hallway, vaguely illuminating the millions of little dust specks suspended in the air. You notice that your cell door has been left ajar, and as though in recognition of this discovery, it swings uneasily in an unfelt breeze. Gathering your body from its slumped sprawl into a sitting position, you look around and see that Candyman is nowhere to be found. There is not a single trace of him, save perhaps a subtly unpleasant aroma still hanging in the air.
It is now that you suddenly realize just how loudly nature is calling to you. You discover to your surprise that your dingy little cell is not even equipped with a toilet. What heathens these Ginger People are! The choice is obvious. Freedom, and more importantly, relief, lie just outside of this disgusting building.
Gently rubbing the side of your head to ease the dull ache there, you stagger to your feet and make your way down that awful hallway and out of the jail. A feeling of absolute relief and exhilaration washes over you as you step out into the sunlight.
It is now that you suddenly realize just how loudly nature is calling to you. You discover to your surprise that your dingy little cell is not even equipped with a toilet. What heathens these Ginger People are! The choice is obvious. Freedom, and more importantly, relief, lie just outside of this disgusting building.
Gently rubbing the side of your head to ease the dull ache there, you stagger to your feet and make your way down that awful hallway and out of the jail. A feeling of absolute relief and exhilaration washes over you as you step out into the sunlight.