There is plenty for me to think about and hanging around here with Mac isn’t going to bare much fruit. Weighing my options. Explore this floor some more or anywhere else. Figuring the big guy’s other two friends might want some revenge. I decided to get off this floor. I want answers not a fight.

On my way to the elevator I try to wave at some people. Only a couple respond. One of them gestures in a way that makes me think he is willing to chat, but he tells me to “please leave” as I approach.

I get to the elevators. Confusion. I know what it is but I can not remember how it works. Confusion transforms into frustration. A reminder that even though I can remember my name I am far from whole.

Stepping inside it to examine the wall where the people that carried me about touched. Sixteen symbols. They are not English or any language I recognize. Would I even recognize English if I saw it? One of the symbols is highlighted. That should mean this symbol is for the floor I am currently on.

Committing the symbol to memory. I go about the task of figuring out how to get this thing to work. Just standing there really. Looking back into the large room I saw people staring at me. Must look strange to them. So I push a symbol randomly just to get out of there. .

Down I went. It was a bit startling but not completely unexpected. I totally didn't stumble. Nope I am a super human with powers now. At least according to Mac. We are not clumsy. Yep, all a super human needs is a couple of days to adjust. A day.. A few weeks? How long have I been awake?

My absent mindedness causes me to fall on my ass when the elevator stops. Literally feeling people looking at me again, I look at the symbols on the wall again. The third from the bottom is highlighted. Acting as though if I move slow enough people will forget what they were looking at. I press the symbol at the bottom.

This time I'm staying on my arms and legs to keep from falling. Before arriving at the first floor I came to understand that I was heading to where I first woke up. A shadow of a memory flickers in my mind. Taking action without full conscious understanding happened to me a lot. Stupid sub conscious thinking it was all smarter then me and stuff.

Apparently the elevator has been stopped for a bit. Being lost in thought I hadn't noticed and now people were staring at me again. So I get up, brush my blood stained clothes with my hands and walk proudly out. Ok my subconscious is much much smarter than me.

Again I was walking. The people around me acted as I always imagined the jews in nazi concentration camps acting. Huddled in groups they whisper to one another. They shied away from anyone that walks by. I continue to try talking to a few people but they cower as though I was going to give them their daily lashings.

This floor is wider than the one I came from, but I think it was the lack of rooms. There are only the beds in the walls here and not many of them. All are occupied. Some with two and even three people.

I finally arrived at what I assume is the place I first woke up. It was far from the elevators on the other side of the room. It felt like it took nearly an hour to get here. The elevators are not visible. No one sat near the walls that had closed doorways or maybe more elevators. I stood there at the end of this massive hall alone.

“What are you doing back here?” said a familiar voice. Turning around I found the lady that was guiding me about.

“Well it seems like you learned to walk”. She stood at the edge of the line where everyone else was. Seemingly afraid of something.

Closing my eyes I tried to reach out with my perception. The same sense or senses that could feel the force field keeping me in when mac kept me prisoner. I felt nothing. Not even the wall itself. I run my fingers over it to reassure myself that the wall is real.

“Why do you all seem to fear this wall?” I state not expecting her or anyone else to hear me.

“You. can. talk.” She sounds surprised.

Bringing my hands to my chest and opening them up wide theatrically I bellowed

“I CAN SING!”. Her surprised expression did not fade. Not nearly as many people were looking at me as I thought there would be.

“See there is some intense fear of this wall,” I gesture to the wall as though it was a prize on a game show.

“This is one of the entrances to this place. Pain and misery is the only thing those doors have behind them.” she explains.

“Those are much more unlucky than you remember what our angelic monsters have done to us. There are those who have been tested repeatedly. Regardless there is nothing good beyond those doors.”

“Who knows there could be pie?” I smile at her. There was a chuckle somewhere in the group of people.

“I hope you didn't come here searching for answers. We don't have any. Sorry to say everyone has the same info. Angelic creatures, abduction, pain. So I suggest you go back to your suite and leave us alone.” This sounded more like a threat then anything else.

“Since you defeated Goliath you will have the chance to take over his responsibilities. Sucks for you but many people are thankful. He was an asshole”.

“You knew that big oaf? Why did you say you didn’t have any answers for me? You just provided one. What is going to happen to me now that I killed someone. Answer not a fun time ahead of me. Better then what my friends upstairs said. Which was nothing on this subject.”

She just turns to walk away and several people follow her. One of them was the guy who kicked me before. I considered returning the favor, but decided against it since it might start some more beef. For all I know anyone here could kill me instantly. Gazing back at the wall trying to will my memories back. Nope nothing.

Back to the elevators I go, high ho, high ho.

About halfway back I notice there was a hallway on both sides of the room. I must have been too engrossed at the utterly nothing everyone is doing before.

What the hell, that place couldn’t be any worse then this one. So off I go through a small corridor. No one is in it. On the other side I am greeted with a room that appears exactly like the one I came from. For a second I thought I just pulled a pac man. But the people are different. Well it is kind of hard to tell. No, they are different.

I walk to one side and then back. More people ignoring me, another set of elevators, and another set of closed doorways. As far as I can tell this hall is exactly the same as the last one.

Ok. Maybe I should return to the first hall. Find some way to mark it or someone to help.

This proves to be difficult. Nothing I do leaves any physical markings on the walls or pillars. Scratching at the walls, punching them hard, and even trying to put a bit of blood from biting my lip is pointless. The wall just absorbs it. So I try to ask someone for help, but almost no one responds to me and the ones that do are not interested in helping me.

The only thing I can think of is leaving my shirt in the corridor between halls. If that's what I got to do, that's what I gotta do. On the plus side I won’t be doing this in a bloody shirt and it's not cold in here so if I lose this shirt, it won't be a big deal.

As soon as my shirt hits the ground I run. The corridors are much longer then the halls are wide. Entering one hall after another, pausing to look, then continuing my task. Every hall is exactly the same. Quicker than expected I reach my shirt. Thankful it is still there. Eight segments and sixteen symbols on the wall of the elevator. Just as Mac said.

The gears in my head start turning. A fuck ton may be an understatement. It made me feel kind of sick to think about how many people are trapped here. If these angels/aliens/whatever wanted. They could shoehorn millions into this place. So far this might make the Nazi concentration camps look like kids game.

Ok I need to get off this floor. A different segment might be more informative. I head over two segments and turn towards the elevator. At first it met my expectations.

Something odd is scratching at my perception. It has to do with what people were saying. Stopping to stare at some random person. Their speech is a little off and their lips aren’t matching what they are saying.

“Excuse me”

“What do you want”. Another kind human embracing empathy.

“Are you speaking English?”

“NO! Dumb American” he scowled.

“Hey now. I could be a pretentious Brit or Aussie for all you know. Possibly Canadian.”

“Same difference,” he waves me off. Rude. It seems like a constant here.

I didn’t want to talk to him anyways. The elevator is my current destination. Part of me wants to run. It doesn’t appear to tire me and it is super fun, but as I make my way to the elevator my mind fixates on the sheer amount of people here. It almost makes me queasy.

The elevators are exactly the same as well. Bracing myself I press the third symbol on the wall. Bracing doesn’t work. I fall again. Not wanting to be defeated by a silly elevator I try to get back up. It was easy. Chances are because the elevator stopped moving.

Peering out into a new floor and new wonders. The hall is as wide as Mac’s floor. With fewer doors to rooms. I leave the unsafety of the elevator to head to find another corridor.

Along the way sneaking peeks into the rooms. They are larger inside than Macs. More densely packed with bunk beds. The people treat them as secluded places. No one hangs out in there and I don't sense any controls on the walls. All occupants are trying to sleep, sleeping or waking up. Spending all their awake time in the main hall.

I repeat the process of going two segments over. This time I go to the other end opposite of the elevators. It's the same as the first floor. Something repels the people away. Oddly I seem to feel fine around it. Maybe I’m just special.

Back to the elevator. Up a few more floors. This is identical to Macs. Again to the corridor and over two segments. Rinse. Repeat.

It is on the fourteenth floor that I realize something. Which makes me really dumb. The ‘herd’ is thinning out as I progress upwards. The rooms get more individualized. Fewer and fewer beds. Here there are only two beds per room. As my stroll through this floor progresses. People stand in their doorways. Guarding their property I suppose. They don’t look anywhere near as docile as the people on the lower level.

I keep my head down and quickly go through my routine. Corridor, end of the hall, elevator. The utter disdain from these people messes with me. At the elevator I push for the top floor.

Every time this damn elevator starts I fall on my ass. Come on, I ran through Macs floor at breakneck speed not even touching a single person in my way. But now I cant even ride a fucking elevator. Being a superhuman isn't what it's cracked up to be.

Coming out of my head I peer out onto the floor. The wall is only a few feet away from the elevator opening. looking out to the right of the elevator I see it turn into a narrow corridor with doors along it. To the left was another corridor with doors and Mac.

“Dude always look to your left first” he has this smugness to him. “And what took you so long”.