Talking Through Time

Part 8

Chapter 8.

  The door opened up and the room was new. It was a fairly large room, large but empty. The white walls were peeling and showing the dry brick walls behind the paint and the cracks showed how much the building was breaking under it's own age. The floors were patterned with a white and black block pattern which, like the walls were cracked and broken.

  The room seemed to be an old meditation room. There was murals upon the walls of people meditating and, seemingly, gaining enlightenment. Adam was confused at the murals. Who were these people and why were they meditating? He also wanted to know what sort of temple this place actually was.

  "I bet that little person will know the answer, I hope." He said to himself, uncertain as to whether or not the little person would even know anything about it. And, even if they did, how would he even communicate with it? Many centuries had passed and language would certainly have changed since his time. And they would have had new words or phrases for different things. And, more importantly, how could he explain where he was from? All these questions, and more, would need to be answered in due time.

  Suddenly, a box fell on to the floor. Adam turned to his right and he saw the little person. It was standing next to the box and ran away. Adam gave chase and turned three corners when, suddenly, he ran straight into a metal pole. It was stuck in the middle of the ground and he crashed head first into it. He fell to the floor and fell unconscious.