2;therainwillneverstopfalling.

He slid into the corridor. The empty corridor. Here it was white and clean, not unlike outside, where it was dark and dirty. He had lived there and plied his trade there for almost fifteen years. Fifteen years, which to be perfectly honest had seemed like fifty. That's a long time to be in one place. Fifteen years of darkness, with no means of escape. But he had finally made it. Only the strongest and the most experienced ever could. He had escaped from that prison, that hellhole, and he was ready. As ready as he could ever be. He moved on, but not too quickly, in case the alarm went off. And also, because he did not want to trip any of the lazer beams.

There was a giant volcano, with lava dripping down its sides. Just like mount doom, which frodo had finally made it to after such a long walk. A Lord Of The Rings junkie, he was. This volcano seemed so real, and he wanted to believe that it was real. Except that the lava was purple, and the ground he was standing on was pink. Tom did not know what had induced him into this dreamscape, he just knew that he did not fancy pink much. The only time he had found himself in a completely pink environment was in his ex-girlfriend's house, and that was how the relationship had ended. Him screaming about pink, and her screaming that he treated her badly. Whatever. He no longer cared for her; like everyone, he of all people knew that love was tiring, it was no longer worth caring for. All he wanted to was to sleep in peace. Let me out, he screamed inside his head, willing it to yield to his intentions. The rat continued drinking.

Suddenly, the seemingly idealic landscape was gone. The sky had changed. Instead of being sunny and full of fluffy clouds, it was now crackling with thunder and flashes of lightning were present in the shady clouds, threatening to turn the very tree they were resting under into a pile of ashes. Freaking water cycle. She was a meteorologist at the Zurich Control and Testing Centre, or otherwise abbreviated ZCCTC. As if the world didn't have enough water already. Stretching over to wake Phil, she did not notice the vermillion adorned petal that fell out of her sleeve.