Airy sat on one of the logs. He had been rotating the knob of the radio, skimming through the numbers to see if he saw any familiar order, but now he was simply relaxing. The empty sky was as blue as always, and the grass was as green as always. Not always, because the first time he was in The Waiting Room, there was nothing but an orange void, and the log he sat on was a red chair.

The Waiting Room's current appearance was much better, and maybe shouldn't have been called a void at all. He could now see how it was to be on The Plane, and see from the contestants' perspectives. How he couldn't wait to go back to the forest world and continue ONE.

There were still six eliminations left, after all.