181 Two Doors (3)

Whiteness and light.

That was all Lars could see when he opened his eyes - endless white in every direction.

As he lay on the ground of this unknown place and looked up at the ceiling or sky, everything was bright and white. Surprisingly though, there was no problem of glare or the need to squint his eyes after presumably a period of being unconscious, he could see just fine.

He raised himself up and found that there he was unhurt. Even his wound no longer hurt, nor could he feel any aches…

'That's… Too strange… I couldn't have been out cold for *that* long, could I…?'

When Lars propped himself up and sat up, he felt confused. He looked around and found that everything all around him was just whiteness, with no sign of anything or anyone – not even walls, clouds or the sky could be seen…! What was even worse was that there didn't even seem to be any ground to stand on anywhere nearby, at least, not within range of his sight.