Expedition 48j - Rarder's Account

His chest puffed as he took yet another deep inhale. Tingles assaulted his closed eyelids as he tried to keep in the breath as long as possible. Finally, he let it all out with power, tightening his lips in an o shape. His cheeks puffed as he released and audible blow.

"Slowly this time..."

Once he was all out of air he gingerly raised his eyelids. All focus was on raising them millimeter by millimeter, perfectly simultaneous. After what seems like an eternity to him, he catches a glimpse of his surroundings.

"Oh, for fucks sake!"

He was still in the same god forsaken featureless room he's been in for indeterminate amount of time. The dullness of the gray room contrasted the the anger of the man as he raged against it.

First he took to the walls, striking them until his fists were nothing but hunks of torn flesh and broken bones. Then he turned around and unleashed his rage on the table in the center of the room.

To be honest, it was more of a levitating plank of wood than what honest people would call a table, but such details are irrelevant at the moment.

"LET" the man roared as he grabbed equally confounding chair.

"ME" the man bellowed as he smashed it against the table.

"OUT!" the man cried as it bounced right off like nothing happened.

He took a few steps back, resigned, rejected, rebuffed.

He stood there.

He made his hair with his perfectly fine hands.

He closed his eyes.

His chest puffed as he took yet another deep inhale. Tingles assaulted his closed eyelids as he tried to keep in the breath as long as possible. Finally, he let it all out with power, tightening his lips in an o shape. His cheeks puffed as he released and audible blow.

He heard a squeak? Doors opening?

He opened his eyes.

He rubbed them in confusion.

"Alf? Is that you?