Complication clouds my ideas like a thick haze rolling in off the sea. I really feel cool and dizzy, my body hurting from the strange placement I'm in. The area around me is white and clean and sterile, with rough fluorescent lights casting a stubborn glow throughout the wall surfaces. A soft warning audio loads the air, each balanced pulse a suggestion that I am not the only one. I compel myself to rest up in the bed, recoiling at the sting in my back and the plain pain in my head. I get to up to touch my face, really feeling the level of smoothness of my skin and the soft qualities of my hair. That am I? Where am I? Many inquiries pester my mind, yet I angle appear to locate the solutions.