Atlas entered into the white room, and went straight to his grandfather's bed.
He sat by the side, and stared at the man who by all indications, was pretty much lifeless.
His hand reached out to stroke his hair, but he pulled back.
"Hey old man? How has it been? It's been a while since we've talked, hasn't it? Well you should know that from the time I was away until now, things have completely fallen apart." He went silent and just stared at the walls.
There was something strange about it. Something quite different that he couldn't quite figure out.
Trying to figure out what the problem was became a daunting task, and he just shifted his attention back to his grandfather.
