Every so often, another unlucky bastard ‘woke up’ like he did. A sudden shout, a startled cry, some muffled laughter and shouted calls from different parts of the hall as someone came to realise they were as trapped here as the rest of them. He began picking them out of the crowd after the first hour or so standing there. They were all uniformly greyscale in colour, as if some force had sapped all colour from them, and he was spying a kind of cartoonish representation of a living being, until suddenly, with a start, the colour returned to them all at once, and the stark-still, statuesque form sprung to sudden life. 