Marissa squinted her eyes against the glare of light that pierced her eyes as she opened her eyes. She was disoriented for a moment, wondering how the intricately designed p.o.p ceiling in their room turned into this stark white, uninteresting conventional ceiling she was staring at. Had Bernard pulled a fast one on her while she was asleep? He could have at least changed it to a better one, not this plain… the thoughts trickled in.

Bernard

A truck full of p.o.p materials.

Bernard and the truck.

The truck running towards Bernard.

Emma running after Bernard!

Emma!

She jumped up in panic.

“Oh thank God! You are awake! She is...