He remembered his name; Travis. Memories of his capture and interrogation were fresh in his mind. He awoke, restrained and unable to move. The world was a washed out lifeless white, the heat of his surroundings unbearable. The old generations believed in heaven and hell. Wasn’t this meant to be heaven? He was confused, if this was heaven, what would hell be like? He had a feeling of foreboding, he was about to find out.