Thomas sat up, finding himself in his room. His breathing was normal, and that scared him just so slightly. He called for his mom, who rushed in a few seconds after. "H-how are you feeling, honey?" "My head is pounding.." "Do you remember anything?" "N-no. Only taking the medicine then black.. why?" "O-oh-- Do you r-really want me to tell you???" "Of course I do, mom" Thomas stared at his mother, who seemed to be hiding somethings she was about to tell him. "O-okay.. You kept changing how you acted- like- You were you at one point, then you would start to cry, then you would be all confident.. Then at some point you started telling me all these jokes that soon morphed into facts-- " Thomas just stared in shock. Not knowing what to make of the situation he acidenttally yelled at his mother to get out of his room, which she did. He heard a voice in the back of his head, mumbling something like "Oh great, now your mother hates you."  then another that was just ever so louder than the last  "Oh shut up" and so fourth. A voice cut through the bickering "Now now kids, there is no need for fighting." then another "That would be adequate." Thomas was confused. He let himself fall back onto his bed, mumbling a good night to the voices he hear, they all replied with some sort of good night.                                                        Thomas let himself drift off to sleep.