Chapter - 2 - Learning Many Things

They show me many things, he points to this piece of paper, and gives me a pencil. I don't know what he expects me to do.
He leaves the room, with all of the other people with long white buttoned-up jackets. I'm scared now, I'm alone. I wait for them
to come back. I get bored so I draw on this paper and fill it up with people I saw in the big machine. I'm done drawing now, and
I'm still waiting for them to come back. The door won't open, I'm sad now, where are they?

"Stan, what do the reports say for Mr. and Mrs. Cove?" I remember the doctor's voice. "August first, 2031, they
were found dead, along with their 13 year old daughter found missing." I recognized the guy who gave me silver bracelet's.
"We have pictures, but I don't see any resemblance in this girl, she looks about 12.
I think she even speaks some other language, she didn't seem to know what I was saying to her." The Doctor said.
"She might have memory loss, I saw her running down the side of the road in a hospital cover-up. She might be recovering from some type of trauma."

"As long as she's harmless we should find out who she is and what help she needs." That black-haired lady said.
"We'll have to get a blood test. Sharyl, you should help her up if needed, and bring her to me." I heard the doctor say.

She walks back in smiling, I am excited now.
I am glad I am not alone anymore, I show her my drawings.
She looks at them and talks to me. "I'll make sure to hang these up for you, for now come with me. We've got to do a little test on you. It won't hurt,
I promise it's nothing bad, Okay?"
She's smiling as she talks, I feel less bad.

She holds my hand and leads me through more corners and hall-ways again. I feel carpet on my feet sometimes, and sometimes I feel smooth, shiny, hard, white floors.
My feet still have brownish colors to it, and feel rough compared to the floors.
I touch the walls with my finger-tips as we are walking. The walls change too sometimes.
They are white, and rough, and Sometimes they are smooth and shiny.

We are still walking.
This place is really big, with big things and little things,
soft things, and rough things.
As we keep walking I'm still looking at her hair.
It looks as if she brushes it and takes care of it.
I wish I had her hair.
I feel my head in search for strands.
I feel nothing, a smooth surface. I still wish I had her hair though.
Why don't I have hair like her?
Or hair at all?

She finally brings me to this new room.
Goodness, with all the rooms in this place.
Why are there so many rooms?
They're all different, and all have different things.
Some of them are big and some of them are tiny.