He could feel the cold floor pressing against his cheek when he opened his eyes. Whiteness, everything was white in the room, except for the old style television set playing in the corner and the man sitting motionless in the chair in front of it. A similar chair sat empty next to him.Michael recognized this place. He visited it earlier when Alaina came to him before he woke up in a forest in the middle of nowhere Michigan. But now he was back here again.“What am I doing here?” Michael asked the man watching television, the man who looked like him but with a fuller jaw line, shorter hair,...