The soft plucking of a guitar stirred inside Lisa something that had long been dormant inside her fragile body. Her eyes fluttered open and instantly she felt exhausted, her extremities limp, pale at her sides. Trying to look around, she noticed the wires that stretched around her body. Machinery whirred and chirped around her bed, unaware that their host had awoken.
Lisa's eyes searched dreamily for the source of the melody. It was nearby, as if right beside her, but her body felt foreign and distant as she tried to move. Slowly, a head emerged in her line of vision, a man with short, wispy hair, sitting with his back towards her. He seemed oblivious to her awakening. His shape seemed familiar, as if from another time before it had all happened. Suddenly remembering the events prior to her unconsciousness, she let out a small gasp.
The man's hand suddenly stopped moving and the guitar slid gently to the floor, landing with a soft pang. Lifeless, it deflected the sunlight into a bursting arraying around the room.
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