CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Beams suddenly woke up. He sat up, breathing hard and heavy, and realized that his helmet was missing. He still wore his green and yellow jumpsuit, but his helmet was gone. He was also sweating hard, as if he had spent the night sleeping underneath ten layers of thick wool blankets. His throat and mouth were as dry as a desert and all he could think about for a moment was how good a cold glass of water would taste right now.
That was when he noticed a glass of crystal clear water sitting on a stone desk next to his bed. Not caring where it was from, Beams snatched the glass off the desk and downed it in one gulp. A sense of relief flowed over him as the water went down his throat and into his stomach. He sighed in relief and then looked around at his surroundings to f
