[Text nur in englischer Sprache verfügbar] I've been in the Waiting Room 116 for several days. I'm tired of waiting. I don't remember what I'm waiting for anymore. The morning shift's cleaning up and starts mopping the floor. The sounds of chairs moving, splashing water, shuffling a rag, flapping wings.
Wing flapping? A large black bird appears. How on earth did he get here? He looks at me and invites me to go with him. I get up with an effort and we fly away together... Where to?