<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Brody%20Cooper/48824.jpg)</div><strong>Brody composes himself</strong><br/><br/>It did not take him long to take in his surroundings and once he had he closed his eyes and wished to be sent home. He was out of his depth and he knew it.<br/><br/>He took notice of the noises around him until finally, after he had calmed himself, he walked forward in an attempt to find a way out of the room and indeed his situation.<br/><br/>If someone was trying to trick him into thinking that this was real they were doing a piss poor job. Computer games he was familiar with and he had beaten them all. This would be no different. "Now to find a door to freedom." he said decisively.<br/><br/>It took him moments to find the door to freedom. Well freedom he thought, but it only lead him to a corridor. He sighed and began to be come quite anxious. He sat down in the middle of the corridor and closed his eyes and tried to imagine that this was only a dream. It had to be, didn't it?<br/>