Henry and Sam shoulder their backpacks and weave through Haarlem's campus quad at the end of a hot afternoon. They've just wrapped up their Algorithms lab. The conversation turns to Sam's confession plan.
Sam glances sideways. "I'm thinking I'm finally going to ask Lisaa out tonight."
Henry smirks, tossing a borrowed pen up and down. "Oh, look at you, Romeo," he teases. "Should I prepare the orchestral version of your proposal—or are you going minimalist, nod and wave style?"
Sam chuckles but rubs the back of his neck. "I'm serious."
Henry stops walking and fixes him with a flat stare. "Right. Serious. Then… um, good for you? Don't choke."
He rolls his eyes—half-mock, half-supportive. "Hey, just don't make it weird. You're not asking her to code with you forever."
Sam laughs nervously. "Yeah. I'll keep it simple. Maybe coffee and chat, see what happens."
Henry nods, hands stuffed in pockets. "Coffee and chat, okay. That's doable. Try not to sound like you're debugging a code bug when you do it."
They fall into a light silence before Sam speaks again: "What if she says no?"
Henry shrugs, with a small grin. "Then she says no. Worst-case? You're in the same class, not trapped together on a long trip to Mars. You'll survive. Offer to help her with next week's assignment as penance."
Sam manages a nervous smile. "Assignment penance... got it."
Henry bumps him on the shoulder as they reach the campus café. "Look, you'll figure it out. If it's a no, beer's on me. Don't overthink it."
Inside, the canteen buzzes—students chatting, trays clattering, glimpses of cultural life that define SRH Haarlem's diverse community and vibrant campus experience srh-Haarlem-campus. Henry and Sam sidle to the ordering queue.
Henry nods and fist‑bumps his friend.
"Hey, I got some stuff to do outside. You go and order your food—I'll be right back."
Sam nods, glancing at the tray.
"Don't forget to grab printouts of our project, okay?"
Henry waves.
"On it. See ya in a sec."
He steps out into the warm air again—just for a moment.
Henry exits the canteen and stands just outside the building. The warm late-afternoon sun bathes the courtyard, and students chatter in a quiet clamor around him. He has one foot on the pavement, one in mild distraction. The campus road ahead is fairly calm.
He takes a breath.
Henry (thinking):Okay, quick dash to the lab printer, grab the project sheets, then grab that coffee before this day ends.
He steps off the pavement, looking over his shoulder back toward the canteen—checking in on Sam, who's likely ordering now.
A sudden roar. Tires squeal.
A truck—large, municipal green, heavy grill—appears at the corner. Henry hears it too late.
Henry (shocked):Whoa—
The world tilts and there's a bone-sickening impact. One moment he's on solid pavement, and the next, he's airborne—lights, then nothing.
Henry wakes up in an empty Void with noting in sight . he is alone .he can't even fell his limbs , he tried to move but couldn't differentiate if he was moving or not,
after seeing all this he came to the conclusion he died after that truck hit him. he is sadd and wanted to cry, scream and punch something but nothing happened he was still there waiting to for something to happen but nothing happend for a long time.
what felt like a lot of time passed he was still there and then a small light shone at a distance but slowly it came near as if attracted to him by some force
Sysytem:"Host detected , Initializing Bonding."
Henry:Wtf is this