[ WP ] 16 digits on a blackboard and you 're not sure how you got there . There 's a door , what looks like a mirror and one 1950s tv set in the room .

I've been staring at the numbers for hours, trying to see if there's a sequence. It feels like one of those stupid *'' Are You Smart Enough for MENSA'' * tests in an old magazine. I ca n't see anything that makes sense. Those fucking numbers are probably just there to drive me crazy. 
 
 Stupid blackboard. Stupid numbers. At least this television is here that I can sit on, that concrete floor would be cold against my ass without it. Who the fuck leaves an old television in an empty room? Nowhere to plug it in. And nothing to sit on to watch it anyway. 
 
 I yawn and stretch. I ca n't even be bothered to bang on the door again. That got tiring after the first five minutes. 
 
 I sit and stare at the mirror. It's steely grey and offers back a shitty reflection. I know it's a two-way mirror. The only question is, who's on the other side. Or what. 
 
 `` What'' is more likely. The door fits too tightly, the floor and walls have no seams. The numbers are a test well beyond my faculties, even with a PhD in applied physics. 
 
 Christ, I really hope it's not the ones that like to do anal probes. I hate being abducted by those fucking practical jokers. Why ca n't aliens be nice people? 

