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Alan awoke to a wall of grey. He felt disoriented and it took him a while to come to his senses. Once his eyes began to work properly he concluded that the grey that he awoke to was a concrete wall and upon further inspection - also known as looking all around him - he realised that the concrete was surrounding him. Alan staggered to his feet and made his way to what he thought was a door, there was a window on said door that allowed Alan to peer through it. The view outside of the window was upsetting to say the least, half of the room outside had been crushed - the ceiling could almost touch the floor and there were bits of crumbled wall and metal beams covering the floor. Alan began to panic seeing the destruction on the other side of the room and tried to recollect his memories before he woke up. They were hazy but he managed to remember that he was in a rescue, heard someone call for help and was then met with a doppelgänger, then he remembers the world going black. He looks around to try and find his baldric but realises that it's not in the room with him, he also noticed that he wasn’t wearing his signature blue suit anymore and was instead back in his normal everyday wear. “That would explain why I felt so cold.” he muttered aloud to himself. Panic began to set in again when he realised that because he didn’t have his suit or baldric he couldn’t contact his brothers for help and they couldn’t see where he was. Alan backed himself up against a wall and slowly slid down it while his hands found his way up to his hair and began to grip it tightly. He pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face into his knees. He began to cry. Alan began to cry, he hadn’t cried for a long time. The last time he had cried was around 7 years ago, when his dad had disappeared and was presumed to be dead, however crying now felt justifiable, since it was about the only thing he could do at the moment.