So Here We Are Just the Three of You
In the Company of Demons | So Here We Are Just the Three of You
So here I am, yes, definitely here, and it’s definitely me. Or I think it is. I suppose the question is valid, as I have no idea who else it could be. The only problem is that I’m not sure where I am, so how can I be me if I cannot nail down that specificity?
There are no clues to my location. It appears to be a small white room, complete with what looks like an oak desk and a black leather-looking chair tucked up under it.
A weird two-tone alarm sounds somewhere in the distance, but the Doppler effect makes it difficult to judge either direction or distance. This is punctuated by a beeping and wheezing noise that, on the face of it, seems to be coming from me. Since that is too strange, I will ignore it for now.
This space has no windows, filled only with a weird sense of unutterable silence, at least, I can hear nothing other than the distant alarm and the unidentified wheezy, beeping noise coming from somewhere close to or inside me. There also appear to be no discernible odours, unless my olfactory sense has gone into hiding along with my ability to work out where I am.
Lifting my hand to my face to conduct a simple experiment, I sniffed. It didn’t smell of anything. Was that conclusive proof? I wasn’t sure what odour my hand should exude in the first place, so scientifically, it was slightly flawed. I heard the sniff, so I was definitely not deaf.
“Hello,” I said. No, I heard that as well. Unless it was in my head, which, as a thought, I quickly filed away in the drawer marked not going there. I needed to cling to the hope that all the other extraneous noises were outside and not go all woo-woo on myself. Based on the evidence I could present, I was possibly olfactorily challenged but not aurally. I was spatially unaware. And I was scared.
