[ He doesn't look back, doesn't care if he's still being chased or if he ever was.

He runs and runs through the corridors, down the stairs, until he's finally outside and the hallucination starts to break down.

An ocean. A forest. Fields and.... the weather is nice. He never thought he'd see anything like that again.

It's too good... too good not to be true, because everything he's experienced so far has been designed to crush his hopes, even the false ones.

Taking a deep breath he sits down in the grass and sees to his own notes... actual, written ones. ]