While Tom is being given breathing time, a memory comes into mind. My eyes saw blue lights in the whole room. There was a lullaby song playing from a toy. Then, the next thing that happened was that I was no longer in that blue-lit room, but in a brightly lit yellow lighted room in Citiland. That was home. That was my room.
Millions must have been spent searching for me. They failed to understand why the blue room was never found. I have to admit, they have come very close to finding me. I am one of the seventy people who they shortlisted to be me.
“What special quality did I possess that made you select me?" I ask.
Tom sighs and the blindfold now covered in sweat almost falls off. He does not want to say a word.
I slap him, my hands sticky.
He decides to answer. “Look at you
