An ear piercing ringing sound roused Harry from his slumber. It seemed difficult for him to open his eyes. Every inch of his body seemed to be frozen in place.

He was lying on a gurney in a room with nothing apart from a small lamp on a cold metal table. Raising his hand to touch his head, he felt flakes of dried blood dropping from his scalp onto his arm. The only door to the room opened and a well dressed man stepped inside.

“Welcome, my name is Raiffe, please be calm, you are in the waiting room”

“Where”

“The waiting room boy, you have had an accident”

“What am I waiting for” Harry said through a dry mouth

“Well that is for you to discover, one way or the other you wont be there much longer”

“There, what do you mean”

Raiffe motioned his head over Harry’s shoulder. Turning his head, a large interrogation window looked out into a room. Harrys face was drained of all colour. He was looking at himself, lying in a hospital bed and looking almost dead.

“You’re in a coma Harry, that is why you are here”