Snippet #2500458

Devren looked at the puddle and shrugged at the mix of bubbles and rusty red. He thought about the slurry of colors and his mind suddenly filled with thoughts of comfort like the girl giving advice. Even though he didn't think about the plains speckled with flowers and the memories of a child. But he obviously didn't think of fields to change his mind from the bright walls of the cramped room. Those were some girl's thoughts as he inferred in his mind.

He stared off into space, thinking of the smell of alcohol. As if in the very room, someone was spraying an aerosol-like substance. His mind filled with brick walls, but then all of that faded away as he pulled himself out of his trance. Devren looked to her and asked, "You feel like that's part of your memories? I mean its better than what we have now, which is nothing." He tapped his chin and said, "I had something for a few moments, but I'm not sure if it's true or not.