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I saw an unfamiliar ceiling the first time I wok up in this world, Cracked wall paint, plaster swelled in arbitrary positions of the room, A window which barely stopped the noise of traffic outside. And a shirt which was covered in patches. I tilted my head and listened to the radio. "Copenhagen has disappeared in the fog" My eyes widened and already ragged breathing turned more erratic. "This....can't be" I muttered.