All he remembered was falling over and waking up in this strange place.

Price was standing there, confused and frustrated as he looked around. But it was all the same, the same yellow-ish carpet, the same beige walls, the same random doors, the same stains, the same corners.

Nothing changed. No matter where he went, it was all the same.

After a few days passed, only surviving on almond water and the occasional random can of beans he found, he started hearing noises.

He was seeing things now.