Josh pounded on the grey walls of the room. He had been stripped of his Bandito clothing and into plain pants and a shirt. Nobody came near his door, if they did then their footsteps were extremely quiet. 

Josh looked around anxiously, he feared it was DEMA's effect on him but everything in sight was turning into a more bland color. He craved even the slightest thing that wasn't white.

Sighing, he punched the glass window as hard as he could. It didn't break like he had hoped, but he continued anyways. Punch after punch and the window started to have a red haze. Only then Josh realized that the red was coming from his knuckles. How had he not felt that? Has DEMA wiped out all his senses?

"Hello Josh"

He jumped, startled by the new voice in the room. He turned around and saw Tyler, even his blood red cloak seemed to be turing grey. 

Tyler noticed the red substance staining Josh's knuckles. A quick flash of worry was seen put quickly replaced by a emotionless expression. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"NO! I'M NOT OKAY. Want to know why? My best friend is some mindless idiot and I fear it's my fault"

Tyler looked really confused and said "I was kind a asking about any physical pain, like your knuckles, they're bleeding"

Josh looked at his hands and sighed "I'm fine but please Tyler, tell me your'e in there"

Tyler shook his head "I'm going to have the others check on you"