EIGHT
Gemma’s eyes fluttered open. She lay there for a moment, looking at the white ceiling. She could sense a gentle pulsing of colour somewhere, her head turning to its left. She saw white walls that changed their hue every few seconds. A large white door with a window set in the top stood at one end of the strange room. Am I dreaming? Her eyes moved further, taking in a long line of windows set in the white wall. Am I in hospital? She sat up, her head woozy. Sleeping forms lay all around her. She recognised a few people from the fete; the family that she was talking to lay close by. She climbed to her feet, feeling slightly shaky. Where am I? she thought as she headed over towards the door. Her progress was halted as she met an invisible field that fizzed when she touched it. She pushe
