It's done, it is all over. When he opened his eyes all around him was darkness, at least he thought he opened his eyes. The difference between reality and his imagination had become to him one and the same thing. He opened his eyes to a darkness that was unfamiliar to him. All he could see were vague images in his head but he couldn't make them out. His mind was full of thoughts and this unknown dimness made things harder to grasp. He remembered nothing of his present situation. Of course he had to have been dreaming there was no other explanation; all he had to do was wake up.
             Then it started softly, as if in a whisper. I could hear it faintly and tried to make out where it was coming from. The sound was filling the room and I had to listen hard. As I listened the sound started to become more distinct. It was coming from the left side of me. Where? I couldn't quite see, but I could hear it getting clearer, it became louder as each second passed. Then I could hear it clearly, at first I assumed it was the hands of a clock, ticking away but as it came nearer I realised that it was in fact clicking, just like the sound a man would make in an attempt to click his fingers. However this clicking wasn't from a man, it was something else, it sounded like a switch was being turned off and on, off and on, continuously, as if the same beat was being hit on a drum. Then it started to fade, just in the same way it came, it was leaving. The sound of that steady beat grew softer until once again it was nothing but a whisper in the distance. It must have been hours that I sat, just sat waiting in silence for something, yet I did not know what it was that I waited for. But I would know that when it arrived, whatever it may be, it would determine everything, the difference between my thoughts and the thoughts of others. It would draw the line, bringing things to an end and I would finally understand everything that happened. But...