David
David woke up cold. He found himself in a plexiglass cell with laminate floors. The pillow on the cot looked as though he had drooled right into the center. How goddamn embarrassing. These were not his clothes. These were more like pajamas, light cloth, more appropriate for the Dubai climate. Wherever he was now, it didn't feel like Dubai. A constant hum softened by thick walls, a noticeable slow shift in the floor, small windows leading to blinding light.. This was a ship. A...