[sighs]

I wonder how the guys are doing. I wonder how the big game went... Or how many big games I've missed. [weak laugh]

I wish I could talk to my parents. Just let them know I'm okay, you know? I almost forget what their voices sound like. Kinda weird, right? Guess I'm just in a sentimental mood or something.

[pause, and another soft sigh] ( Read more... )

I knew it...

We can get out of here, can't we? I mean, seems like a lot of people have left, so--they must have gone home, or something!

The question is...how did they do it?

[pause]

Hey, Gabriella...you doing okay?

[a strangled yell]

I--I---

S-someone--I think I'm really sick! Or--or I'm seeing things! Or...

[clears his throat and takes a few deep breaths, then speaks a little more calmly...though his voice is still shaking]

Can someone...please tell me why I'm...pink?

[a young man's voice, very confused and a bit scared]

This…isn’t basketball practice. Hello, is anyone there? Where am I…? G-Gabriella? This is really weird…

Hey, can anyone tell me what’s going on? I was on my way to practice, and then… Anybody? Please? I-I really have to get home!

This has got to be some really weird dream...