Three of us lay on white sheets. Naked, cool, a little sticky. My state of mind is muddled, confused. I talk to the others telepathically. I discover that I am not capable of concerted movement. Something significant happened recently, but the details are unclear.

Hey guys?
Yeah?
What?
Is it getting warmer?
Sure, but we’re on vacation.
We are?
I think so.

Given our mental linkage, the attempt to conceal uncertainty is pointless. We are all uneasy.

A metal gurney is brought before us by loud and unintelligible voices. One at a time, we are transported into a very hot room with dark walls.

Even in my numb, scattered state, I am very afraid. One at a time, we are placed on the floor and we begin to scream. The floor is burning! Even our flesh makes screaming noises as it opens up, fat spitting, bubbling.

Several minutes of agony. Then our blackened, steaming bodies are pulled away on the gurney.

As we cool we are placed upon a white cushion, one at a time, and our burns coated with a thick, red paste.