You awake in a white room on a white table, everything around is white and there’s no windows. There’s a door and when you exit there’s a pure white hallway. No words but as you walk down you use your fingers and trail the wall, feelings bumps of braille. You had learned a little bit because your family is primarily blind and the bumps said Hospital Storage Room. There’s hundreds of doors and no escape but you feel as though you aren’t alone.