Tyler appeared in the doorway of your tiny, white room. The room had blinding white walls and floors, and blinding white flourescant lights. You knew what Tyler was, you knew he was nothing but a hoax. A phony. A hallucination.

You sat on your bed and didn't want to look at Tyler. He spoke.

"Still mad at me, huh?"

His words felt like an icepick through your brain. You were obviously still mad at him!