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Comment by Spasimir Trenchev on December 12, 2010 at 7:31pm

     His eyes opened up. Very slowly. Darkness. He couldn't see where he was, but he didn't aware it -his brain didn't work as it had to be. He needed a little more time to realized that he didn't lie on a bad, but on a solid floor. His reactions became to revert gradually. He moved his fingers. He felt coldness on their tops and on his palms. His eyelids opened widely, his brain increased its revolutions. The thick darkness, got in his sight, decreased its density, and Martin realized what was that place. The tiny parts of doubt dispelled completely when he saw the jeep's front hood. Now just one part of the puzzle remained to be arranged. He knew he wasn't at home, but he hadn't answer why he was in the garage, with slow-motion reactions and with backaches.  He moved his wrists and arms, too. He raised, but felt tension in his waist. At his second attempt, Martin succeeded. He moved two steps forward, totterd, but instantly leaned on the wall.  The rest few meters to the switch he passed without any support - Martin found out he wasn't drunk, his body just needed more time to recover. He switched the lights on and looked around with screwing eyes up. The jeep seemed untouched. That reminded him for another thing. He touched his waist  - he wanted to check something. There weren't any signs of dampness, or, for example, of blood. He again looked the garage around - the ceiling, the walls, the floor. All, that he remembered, was in its place.  Unwitted, Martin looked at his watch - 3.05 a.m.  The normal view and his abnormal location didn't give him a satisfying answer, that's why he decided to take a look at the jeep. The tires, the doors. Suddenly he stopped amazed. There was a sign, slightly crooked, on a little vapor, formed on the front window, written as if by child: “There is nobody to help".