I remember slightly about it, me being against a white wall, that was feeling cold and empty. The phone rang, twice, didn't know if it was mine or where it came from. I felt the colors fade, the sound being lowered, the pain swept out. It was raining, slowly, the thunders I remember, the flashes of lightnings, the blood on the floor, the clutched hand on the trigger. Smoke, something was burning, I couldn't cough for some reason, got stuck feeling my throat invaded, couldn't breathe. I was being dragged to a place, I was floating away, was feeling like on a boat, in the darkness, misleading waves, feeling the water hitting me harder and harder, my feet grew heavier, and heavier… I could not feel my hands, I didn't remember my name, who was I? Where was I? What was happening? What is this? what… is that word… I was seeing images of people, images of places, have I been there? I didn't remember, I didn't remember the words for the things I was seeing. Where are all these people and places? They were saying something, it was too noisy to understand, something was obstructing me to see, to understand. One name I knew, I knew that I know it, but I didn't remember what was it after all. The feeling of warmth was gone for so long, couldn't remember it, but I knew it existed. I felt cold, I never felt cold before, I was dying. And then all stopped…