Who are you?

He could hear voices, but they were hard to understand.

He opened his eyes.

So bright!

He closed them again, leaving only a tiny slit open.

The voices incresed in intensity. Some words became clearer.

"...dangerous... holy... No!..."

There was a deep regular thumping that slowly died out in to the distance.

"...should wake up... the wife?..."

As his eyes got used to the light, he opened his eyes more. The stone ceiling arched above, from which walls expanded to the edge of vision. A large bookshelf loomed overhead, against a wall, covered in colourful shapes.

"He's comming round..."

An old wrinkly face apeard from the left. Large round glassy eyes, above a long aquiline nose and a