And there it was; below me was the image of the hospital. It was an old hospital; worn out and somehow dilapidated. The feeling was surreal. The first person that I encountered was the morgue attendant. He gave me quite a scare. His hands were bloody and the basin he was holding was dripping with the red liquid. I quickly floated away; my face a canvass of panic. I heard him laugh, so I looked back. He showed me the few pieces of fish he was cleaning. He was preparing lunch.