Max awoke. He wasn't really awake, but in some strange subconscious, world. He identified it as what true humans called dreaming. He had never gone so deep into human emotion, or consciousness. He seemed to be stuck inside an orange box. Max was suddenly overwhelmed by an overwhelming feeling of the sun on his arms, mixed with an awe-inspiring sense of joy. He touched a wall to see if it was hard, and a door opened. He stepped through not knowing what to expect. He saw a large fountain and nine other boxes of different colors. He suddenly awoke.