DANTE
Dante woke up with the side of his face pressed against a cold metal floor. He still hugged his camera and case as he sat up in a daze, blinking to get his vision back. Fernando lay on the floor nearby, still unconscious. They were in a pantry-sized room with a metal toilet in one corner and a steel door with a barred window that was smaller than his face. The walls, floor, door, and ceiling were all white. Only the toilet was silver colored.
He got to his feet quickly, but his vision swam. He caught the wall with both hands, as a burning juice rose in the back of his throat. After a few seconds, he regained his balance, and the dizziness cleared. He got on his tiptoes to look through the window, but all he could see was another sterile white hallway like the one they had been in b
