Rick's mind wandered aimlessly in the dark. There was no sense of ups and downs, no sense of time passing, just an endless void that continued indefinitely.
He tried to remember how he got here, but the memories were hazy and far away, like trying to remember a dream after waking up.
Then, slowly, pictures started to appear in the dark.
First, he saw his childhood bedroom. It was small and cramped, with peeling wallpaper and only one window that let in very little light.
Rick imagined himself as a ten-year-old boy sitting at a shaky desk and trying to do his homework. The math problems flooded his mind.
No matter how hard he tried, the numbers and equations just wouldn't make sense.
"Rick ROLLAAANDDDD!" His mother's voice rang through the memory, full of disappointment. "How the FUCK did you get another D on your test?"
"Your brother never got grades like this!"
Rick's shoulders hunched, and his hands turned into fists. "I did my best, Mom. I really did!"
