As he flew around in the dark, he found himself drowsy and made his way to the bed.

Eyes drooping, the little fly went to sleep in the room. Upon waking, he found himself in an unknown place. Staring bizarrely at the strange surroundings, he saw a golden frame of a man wearing an expensive suit, exquisite paintings hung up and a room cluttered with assorted jewelry and furniture. He looked down. Staring with eyes wide open, he saw the pale white skin enclosing his body, long fingers protruding out of his humane hands one by one and his chest heaving rhythmically every time the air rushed inside his mouth. Feeling uncomfortable in All of a sudden, the alarm clock set for seven thirty had gone off, causing him to jump. Gracefully came in a man wearing a butlers uniform and bowed. Master Sam, good morning, we shall get you dressed in no time for breakfast the butler stated. Awkwardly climbing out of the grand four poster bed, Sam nodded his agreement. The butler raised his eyebrow, but did not speak. The butler headed over to the large wardrobe and swung the doors open. Inside lay countless pairs of matching shirts and trousers, suits all neatly lined up together and ties hung up in an orderly fashion. Picking out from the vast rows of clothes, the butler handed him the set for today. Struggling to wear the finely tailored suit, the butler shot looks of curiosity towards Sam. Would you like some assistance, Master Sam? asked the butler. Yes replied Sam in his new learned profound language. Looking in the mirror, he saw himself more clearly than ever. His eyes were a deep blue and uncertainty lied beneath them. Instead, his eyes darted towards the shimmering sunlight flowing through the gap of the curtains. He felt as if he was compelled by a unstoppable attraction towards the light, just as he always had when he was a fly. Stumbling towards the windows, the butler cleared his throat loudly. Opening the door, he motioned for Sam to head out. Sam had taken no notice. Annoyed, the butler took Sam by the arm and led him outside the room. Outside the room, a spiral staircase stood there, guiding the way to the breakfast hall, with shimmering chandeliers hanging gracefully. Walking alongside the rails, he once again felt the pull towards the bright light, but after he had reached for it, he was shoved along hurriedly. Upon reaching the dining hall, a seat had already been pulled out, as if it were waiting to be sat on. On the other end of the table sat a regal lady, wearing a blue dress and splendid jewelry. Sitting down, he saw platters of delicious food. His mouth dropped in delight and saliva came flowing out. Close your mouth at once! That is not how we eat in this family, disgusting! screamed the lady. Sam started to feast on the food that almost seemed as if it was waiting to be devoured. Ignoring the shining cutlery before him, he shoved handfuls of his breakfast in his mouth. The butler standing by shot looks of revulsion towards Sam, noticing the great anger of the once fair lady sitting opposite Sam. Taking no notice, he continued to satisfy his hunger in the most primitive fashion. Gently putting down her cutlery, the lady dabbed at her mouth with a napkin and stood up. Young man, what is the matter with you today! Have you forgotten how to even eat like a normal person? Absolutely sickening! We have a reputation to hold as the head family of Walton! barked the lady.

Madam, may I just inform, but Master Sams behavior today has been extraordinarily unusual. His behavior is not up to uh household standards. Said the butler. Look here Sam, we did not raise you to be an animal. We raised you with dignity and honor, and so that when you walk out in the streets, people can judge that you are high class, honorable and full of dignity. Not some sniveling fly that no one wants to see! exclaimed the lady. Pulling Sam by the ear, she lead him back up the marble, spiral staircase and back into his bedroom. As Sam gave one last look outside his room, the door was shut loudly and locked.