I realised that the floor and ceiling were totally black still. It was the green glow stick that the man had cracked, reflecting infinitely on the four dark walls of the box. A dozen green fairies seemed to stand to attention in a void around us. Feeling like my brain was secure, I slowly surveyed our shared box.
“Why the hell… How the hell… What are you doing here?” The man heard himself and bought his voice down to a firm, but quieter, accusatory tone. The yelling made it worse and I shut my eyes to stop my brain leaking through the sockets. My head didn’t feel right, like my brain could fall out if I moved my head too fast. “Julio!“ the man's voice resonated in what I realised was a very small chamber, causing my ears to ache. I was woken by a sharp crack, a flood of green light and confused scream.
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