The silhouette of the man paces back and forth. The room is in ruins and his conscious is struggling to survive. Grey smoke circling towards the ceiling , rising and escape through the gigantic hole leading towards the midnight sky. The room has manifested a smell similar to a brush fire roaming a well known forest. The man gently walks upon the debris unfamiliar to what cause this catastrophe . His memory has been ripped apart and confusion is knocking at the door of his mental state. He has lost his sense of smell and sound. He places his hand on his chest and feels his lung at work but when placing his hands in front of his nostrils, he fells nothing. He hears the muffled silence similar to a soldier in war bombarded with explosions.