ďI didnít know who I was anymore. Not sure that I wanted to, But they said they could help me, and I wanted to believe them. If
only I had known the things I had done, then maybe this Wouldnít have happened.Ē
*Itís cold and raining outside when a special staff of doctors rush a man inside on a gurny into an old warehouse building. Itís dark inside, except for an area where some equipment was set up, and several other doctors stood waiting*
Dr. Singer: Are you sure you want to do this, Andrew.
Andrew: I donít even know if thatís my real name, what do you think?
*Dr. Singer smiles and letís out a little chuckle. *
Dr. Singer: I guess thatís a yes. All thatís left now is for you to sign this release form.
*The gurny stops, for they had reached the area where all the equipment is set up. The rest of the doctors make preperations for the procedure, while Dr. Singer hands Andrew a release form and a pen.*
Dr. Singer: Here you go.
*Andrew scribbles down that which he believes to be his signature and then hands Dr. Singer back the release form. The Dr. briefly looks over the release form, puts it into an envolope, and then tosses it aside. He then procedes to put on some gloves*
Dr. Singer: We are going to have to restrain you during this. Donít worry itís for your own safety.
Andrew: How long is this going to take?
Dr. Singer: That all depends on how far your past memories have been recessed.
Andrew: Letís just get this started then.
*Dr. Singer pulls out a siringe full of some kind of chemical. Itís a yellowish color. He squirts out a little and flicks it a couple of times. A few doctors hook up leather staps, restricting Andrew to the gurny, while the rest of them start hooking him up to heart monitors and brain frequency monitors.*
Dr. Singer: This is going to hurtÖfor a second, and then it will be like youíre dreaming, except thatÖ what you are seeing is your hidden past all the way up to the time you started creating new memories.
Andrew: Just give me the shot doc.
*Dr. Singer gives andrew the shot. Andrewís eyes roll into the back of his head, as he drifts off into a deep sleep to await his own past*