Xerox

His nostrils dilated; the acrid smell of burning plastic filled his senses as terror threatened to destroy all his conscious thought. The overwhelming urge to flee could only be stifled by tensing his leg muscles to the point of pain, but he welcomed the sensation with almost an animal glee. To be suffering so immensely for such a insignificant incident... His mind cleared,-- solidified itself into rational thought, suddenly,--and he blinked. The haze of smoke and tears which had been clouding his vision was broken by a high, clear, cold, sun. He knew that only his eyes possessed its unearthly light--he knew, and now, was glad.