It was a dark and mysterious night. The wind and air around Annalise was cold and felt like ice. She was walking quickly now, the wind throwing her long red hair across her face, making it look like she just woke up. But when the wind dies down, Annalise knew that her hair would be the same afterward. It was just a test. Just a test in life skills at school. Just a test to see how she was doing throughout the class. Once she had finished she would grab her pocket computer, which expands into a full sized laptop; her Apple Watch 5390984; and her teleportation key, to head home. But for now she was in the machine. The machine that was displaying to her cold and mysterious walls. She knew (because of what Mrs. Harr, her teacher, had told her) that if she touched the walls, she would get a shock, and her arm would feel useless forever. She was very curious what they would really do if she touched them, and if they were just trying to hide something from her and everyone else. But she couldn’t shake of Mrs. Harr’s stern glare when she told everyone about the shocking, so she didn’t touch the walls. She kept walking, walking into what seems endless night. An endless street that would keep going until she had decided which way to go. She had choices you see. She was thinking about them in the back of her mind. She could use all of her supplies to help herself, and end up killing her best friend and family; she could use them to help her friend, but kill herself and her family; or she kill herself and her friend, to save her family. As soon as she spoke her choice she knew the scene would change. She was thinking about how she could alter the changes. How she could share the supplies, but have everyone be so sick that they would have to see a doctor for several days. “I choose none of them.” Annalise said suddenly coming to a halt and making up her mind. “What do you mean you choose none of them, Miss Hall?” came the cool and soft voice of the machine that she had often heard before in her dreams. It freaked her out, but she replied anyways.  “I mean that I won’t kill anyone. I make my own destiny. I choose to help everyone, and suffer the consequences. I would split the medicine and supplies. Because then we all have at least a chance to live.”  Annalise argued to the annoying voice. “Well said. Thank you for your time today. When friends ask how it went, please answer with: no, sorry I can’t tell you. Now would you kindly exit through the door labeled with a dot.” said the voice out of nowhere. “Wait, you mean that I don’t have to do anymore of the test?” Annalise said with a hint of curiosity. But the voice didn’t answer. Two doors appeared out of nowhere in front of her. She tried and tried to remember which door the voice had said to enter, but a cool breeze had just entered and distracted her. All that entered her mind was the word: no. And so she entered the one without a dot. Inside, she found what looked like the room that she had entered the machine with. But everything was different colors, the transmitter was golden instead of silver, the benches purple instead of wooden, the signs and rules on the walls were gone. And even worse, there was no sound. Annalise had been inside the room many times before the test just to see the rules and make sure she would do everything right. And always it had been noisy. Even in the dead of night. Now it was as if the transmitter and all the machinery had died. Gone. The body was still there, but there was no spirit. No component to move or operate it all. She went over to the walls and tried to feel them. “Ow!” she exclaimed and drew her arm back from the wall quickly. She was still in the machine. The walls really did shock you. She could feel her arm losing feeling. Losing the touch that she had always known. It sunk in even further. She was still in the machine. Her arm was shocked and useless, and there were no ways out. She looked and looked for switches, teleporter keys, speakers, intercoms, everything. There was nothing. She searched for hours on end. Quadruple checking everywhere for anything to contact the outside world.  There was nothing. Nothing at all. She tried to imagine her family’s reactions when find out that she was locked in the machine. Locked in a maze of doors that could kill her. Locked away from humanity, with only machinery and herself to keep her company. She couldn’t do it. It was too hard and she didn’t want them to feel like she was in danger. She looked around again. Everything was fading. Fading away from her. Soon she would have nothing but death. Her bright green eyes widened. She was scared now as she realized that she might not ever see her family and friends again. She might not see her dog, Hubert, again. She was so distressed by these thoughts, so that she just laid down on the already fast disappearing floor and fell asleep because there was nothing else to do. “Annalise!” Annalise’s bright green eyes shot open so fast they could have won in the Guiness World Record books. Was it a dream? Had she just imagined it? Or did they somehow get her out of that prisonlike machine? “Annalise dear! Come on down for breakfast! You don’t want to be late for your machine test today!” Her mother called. So it was a dream. It was just a dream. “Coming Mother!” she called, feeling much better that it hadn’t actually happened. It was just a dream, or was it.