While Tom is being given breathing time, a memory comes into mind. My eyes saw blue lights in the whole room. There was a lullaby song playing from a toy. Then, the next thing that happened was that I was no longer in that blue-lit room, but in a brightly lit yellow lighted room in Citiland. That was home. That was my room. 

Millions must have been spent searching for me. They failed to understand why the blue room was never found. I have to admit, they have come very close ...