The Hound Alternate Ending

It felt like I was surrounded in cool, deep waters and I felt numb all over. It was then I heard angels speaking and protecting me in blanket-like warmth. Is this real? Where is Mildred? Where is Faber? Beatty? The firemen? The Hound? A beautiful little angel approached me and said in a soft voice, "You are in a different world right now. Year 2000," then she promptly vanished in the white light. Everything was crystal clear now. I can see a city filled with tall buildings and each neighborhood has about a dozen(maybe even more!) houses lined up perfectly one by one next to each other. I can hear cars speeding by, birds chirping, dogs barking, people talking, people laughing. I can smell fresh air with grass sprinkled in morning dew.
I can taste sweetness and delight. I can feel happy vibes that I have never felt before. I was curious as to see how this world could possibly be so perfect. The two buildings that caught my eye were the two towers side by side which were exquisitely tall. It was called 'World Trade Center'. I also came across a building called 'library'. When I stepped in, I was astonished at what I saw. Books here, there, up, down, front, behind. People young and old sat and read, and checking out books. Don't they all know they could be shot by a Mechanical Hound? I anxiously tried to find a match and scream You are all committing a crime and you're going to get yourself killed! but the little angel came back and restrained me from doing anything. "In this World, people can read all the books they want. Imagination and knowledge is unlimited, many even go to college!” Then she let me go. It felt really uncomfortable to read knowing that I can be comfortable.
I picked up a book called Divergent that was apparently a very popular one among teens. I sat down at a coffee shop as I read my book. The story takes place in a futuristic world, sort of like the one I used to live in. After sitting for an hour in the coffee shop reading Divergent, it got boring for me. I look up and see a young, teenage girl who looked strangely familiar. Dark hair, pale face, white dress. It was Clarisse. She was reading a book as well. “Hey, Clarisse?” I managed to spurt out. We both seemed surprised at our unexpected encounter. Except her reaction wasn't what I expected at
all. “Do I know you?” She gave a me a puzzled look. “It's me, Guy Montag, we met in the Old World. When I was a fireman that burned down houses and books. That time books were illegal. You were my neighbor! You knew my wife Mildred, and uh, then you suddenly died. You introduced me to a past society, like today’s and I almost got shot by a robot dog for committing a simple crime that is totally harmless and legal in this world! Why am I put into in Year 2000 all of a sudden? I don't belong here but I actually like it. I used to live in the future!” “Um, you're crazy.” She chuckled. “You don't remember at all? We were neighbors!” “No,” There was no use getting information from her if she didn't remember a thing, or even exist in Old World. Suddenly, I feel the need to lay in my bed, at home.
The problem is, I have no idea where my 'home' is in Year 2000. The little angel came back, picked me up and carried to my (new) house. I thanked the helpful little girl. My new house looked exactly like my old one, except it was not turned to ashes. I went upstairs to lay in bed for a while. I couldn't take a nap for I was too shocked, relieved and a little confused because I was put into this new world, so perfect. Maybe the little angel put me here for a reason, to experience a something completely different, something I have wanted in my Old World. There was the television set in the living room. I turned it on, not knowing what channels there could be. A cartoon, radio talk show, commercial, and then there was a news channel. “Breaking news, a big wildfire has started to burn down 45,000 acres and destroyed 235 homes in Los Alamos, New Mexico. Firemen around the Los Alamos district are struggling to tackle the flames,” says the news reporter. The screen showed video clips of a house being shot up in flames. It was said the fire was caused by drought and high winds, not firemen. Then there were more videos showing firemen spraying white foam at the fire which extinguished the fire little by little. This world is so much different. And different is
good. I woke up a year later, so now this world is called Year 2001.