I stirred as a soft breeze played across my face; I slowly opened my eyes, feeling sick and decrepit. As my eyes opened, I couldn't help but notice I was not at home. There was no roof over my head, but instead the big black blanket of space. I slowly made my way to an upright position, feeling sore all over, like I had just belly-flopped my way out of a bull race. "What do you want? Haven't you tortured me enough already?" She had hit me right where it hurt. "At least I haven't descended to your level" I spat. I paused. "You're just a psycho!"