I get up finding myself in a room with bars.

No backpack.

No blankets.

"Damn it," I curse beneath my breath, rubbing my shoulders.

Damn is it cold in here.

I notice I have a sleeves gray shirt on and matching gray pants, apparently they are tagless just my luck. I look down to my hands to see they change from a pale Caucasian to a distinctive blue with visible lines appearing exactly like the ones on Frost Giants in the first Thor movie. I notice my socks are off. My slagging socks are fragging gone!

"Ah man," I said, and then notice my left little toe has a perfect toenail. "THE TOENAIL IS FIXED!" I twirl around in circles happy as a dandylion can be. "Le toenail, victim of toe stubbing, is no longer a obvious victim of accidental stubbing!"

I land on my butt right on the hard floor laughing.

Falek came into the cell.

"Your training will commence this hour," Falek said.

I stare up at Falek.

"While being blind?" I ask, folding my arms. "You are insane."

"You are not blind," Falek said.

"Well, I can't exactly see well when your face doesn't look so clear," I said. "I use to see clearly but since I had eye surgery to fix a crossed eye problem there are a lot of disadvantages to being me."

"You are lying," Falek said, in denial.

"I am not smiling!" I said, getting up. "Do ya see me smile, mister?" I point to my face. "Hell no!"

I step back then duck a strike from Falek.

"Why you brat!" Falek said.

"I need glasses,"I said in a sing along voice. "Nah,nah,nah; you have to train a blind person!"