HALLWAYS CONTINUES!!! After all the praise I've gotten from Chapters One and Two, you can be damned sure this is going to stay awesome! The storyline is all planned out in my head, but I'm writing it on paper to ensure perfection.

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Here it is...

Chapter Three

Andrew Werdna woke up. He got out of his bed, opened his bedroom door, walked into the hallway, closed his bedroom door, walked down the hallway, and stopped.

He was in a room with no doors, no passageways. This was the first dead-end ever in the maze. Where he was going to go, supposed to go, was a solid white wall.

He stood fixated on the wall, emotionless. Footsteps he couldn't hear approached him. A hand was laid on his shoulder.

This touch, this contact, this other living form surged through Andrew. He broke out of the labyrinth and flew around his life. Feelings came back to him, memories, experiences, pain, love, and hearing. That touch, the interruption of everything that was part of the never-ending enclosure cycle, the white hallways leading to where he always was, up woke Andrew Werdna.

What also came was the terror of the past transition into infinity. How he had been selected out of a computer system for his average mental and physical capabilities, his lack of family connections, and his anonymity, particularly due to his palindromic name. How they took him and performed extensive physical testing on him, then halted his body growth through injections and hacked off his genitalia. Then they dropped him into the maze, and there he was ever since.

Displaying a look of shock mixed with fear, he turned to face the man. He was about one foot taller than him, and smiled down on Andrew. Unlike Andrew, who now realized he was naked, the man was sharply dressed. He wore a white vest, pale slacks, and shiny black shoes. His dark brown hair was radiant and matted down handsomely. Andrew was bald. The man's green eyes looked deep into his own blue ones.

After a time for Andrew to regain organization of thought, the man spoke down to Andrew like an angel,

"I've come to release you, Andrew Werdna."

Andrew felt like he had heard this voice very many times before, as though it were in his dreams each night. The man held out his hand and Andrew grasped it tightly, as though he might disappear otherwise. The man lead him back towards the door, and showed him a path he hadn't seen. Andrew could see everything now. But the man was guiding him through every correct door.

Andrew and the project leader walked down the hallways together.

To be continued...