Darkness turns to light. A man sits up panting heavily; his gaze flailing about like a wild lion. After confirming the absence of any immediate danger, his breath calms, though he feels a strange sensation gnawing at him in the back of his head. With no recollection of his memories, the man stands up to examine himself. He finds a plain name tag attached to his plain shirt.
He reads the letters carefully, "B-O-B. Boob...no. Bob. Yes. Bob."
With a name to his face, Bob begins to observe the room, noting the bare white walls, bare white floor, and bare white ceiling. He does however, spot a normal looking wooden door sequestered on the wall behind him.