No sooner did the spinning stop, I got a quick glimpse of my surroundings, and what looked like what I was falling into it wasn't a pretty sight. It seemed like I was about to fall into some kind of a junkyard or trash pile. Suddenly everything stopped with a bang, and my body was being consumed with pain. The floor that I fell on was hard Concrete, covered with dirt and trash. Lying right next to where I landed appeared to be some kind of a soft rolled-up rug. Just my luck, instead of falling on a smooth looking carpet, I landed on the trash and hard Concrete. It soon became apparent that it wasn't my only problem. As I tried to breathe instead of air, all I got in my lungs was soot, dust, and the smell that I didn't want to know what it was from. To make matters worse, it was quickly filling my lungs. Out of a desperate need for air, I tried to stand up. Unfortunately, my body didn't want any part in that. I was utterly exhausted with unbearable pain, but I did manage to get my face out of the dirt enough to breathe. The air was not what I expected either. Instead of the sweet smell of the air, what I breathed in was the most putrid smell I had ever smelled. It smelled as if I had landed in a garbage dump filled with long-dead fish. My mind quickly went into its (why me) mode of thinking. I was dumped from a swirling tornado; God only knows why I was in it in the first place. Next, I landed on hard Concrete next to a soft rug and finally landing in this cesspool of smells. I laid there for what must have been hours, waiting for my body to gather enough strength to move. When I finally mustered the strength to stand, I tried to see where I was. All my eyes could see was pitch blackness all around. With vague shapes in the distance, also a strange red light coming from far away. I felt this sticky wet substance on my head; as I reached up to find out what it was, I felt a sharp pain, then everything went black. I must have passed out because I could see a little better the next time, I opened my eyes. The room now looked strangely dark gray instead of full black. From what I could see, it appeared that I had fallen into an area of total disruption with garbage and trash strewn about everywhere. When I looked down, I discovered what that sticky substance was that I felt earlier, it was blood, and I was sure it was mine. I tried to remember what had happened to me to be in this place, but all I could remember besides spinning was some kind of fire that I had to jump from. I just laid there; to me it felt like hours had gone by while I was trying to remember why I was here. Besides fire and jumping, I just couldn't remember anything else. Suddenly I visioned that I was entering a building called the Jefferson museum. I was shocked to see several statues and paintings. What looked like many of my old friends from the past. I asked myself, what the heck are they doing here? There were signs below each painting and statue; I couldn't see what was written because I was being pushed further into the center of the room by a crowd of people. As we got closer to the center, I could see what looked like a glass coffin with a body inside. Suddenly I heard a voice in my head say, "well, it's about time you showed up; now get me the hell out of here."