I am in hospital, about to have an operation on my hand. The anaesthetic is administered, and I feel myself drifting off to sleep. However, I can still hear sounds. I wake up a mere ten seconds later, and find that the small piece of glass has been removed from my hand. I do, however, decline any lifting duties.
I am in school, and, for some reason, in the Computing department. I go into a mystical, non-existant room, opposite room 128. Through the door is a flight of steps, which I descend. The classroom is an abandoned underground station, with a train carriage on either side. The walls are dark. The time of the Computing prelim is upon the class, but I decline to do one 'for a laugh'. I'd probably fail it...
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