.......................... The breeze brushed against his skin, almost like a lullaby. He nearly fell asleep, the adrenaline quickly retrieving from his body. That was when he remembered his mom, little old stressed Inko back home. He didn't think about how she would feel in the moment. But, now he *can't* die. No. No. No. No. ................... He jolted from the soft, comfy covers of a white bed. It wasn't his, his was a very bright yellow, blue, white and red. He sniffed, the fragrance of forest breeze tickled his nose. He expected a sneeze, or even his eyes watering. His allergies didn't flare at all. He put his hand infront of his face, seeing it a size too small for comfort. He only noticed then the wooden walls of the small room when he put his hand down. Where was he? ................................................