[b]Eventually, he would come to a white room. The room had several things covered with red curtains. Suddenly, a voice rang out.[/b] “Choose...” [b]The voice was deep, but whispery. The curtains suddenly all lifted up, and there was all manner of items on the pedestals. There was even people on a few of them. Gold, jewelry, TVs, electronics of any kind. Orion began to get all of his memory back now, but in small chunks so he wouldn’t forget anything or go insane. But there was one pedestal that stood out. One with the sandpaper lady on it, legs dangling over the side and swinging slightly.[/b]