The shell of the egg flew apart, and a thick, dark blue smoke enveloped everything.
Mr. X felt dizzy and his consciousness shut down.
The whistling in his ears made him open his eyes and realize that some blurry shadows were rushing by and a plank beneath his feet.
It felt like it had been going on forever, but through the humming X began to hear some voice repeating the same indecipherable phrase...
"I hope it's someone who can help me figure out where I am and what's wrong with me," - the thought flashed through his head.
Making several attempts to speed up, X nearly fell several times, but he could not catch up with the fading voice. There was a pungent smell of a burnt match in t...