The last thing he felt was confusion on why the airlock door was opening, darkness, and then bright light blindingly shining into his eyes. Scott was restrained; as he got his bearings he began to grasp the situation. Dark room, bright light menacing interrogator, “Well this has escalated quickly,” he mumbled out loud. 

The statement was met with a punch to the stomach. Breath left him momentarily, and he squeezed his eyes shut against the pain. “You do not talk, unless you are answering my questions. If you don’t answer my questions rapidly, you will experience more pain.”

The punch to the stomach had broken some mental barrier inside of Scott, he had lost the uneasy feeling of what or why of life and was starting to grasp onto the strong will to win at whatever this experience was. He hadn’t yet learned the rules, but he was going to come out swinging.

“I thought this was the Disney cruise line, now my suspicions are confirmed,” he said smiling idiotically at his aggressor. He braced himself as the fist flew towards his stomach. He managed to grit his teeth, and even giggle a little.

“You don’t understand, I control whether you live or die. I have the power to simple dispose of you. It is much easier just to answer the questions.”

“This is not going to get you a good review on the online boards, I was all set to give you a seven, but this is really going to drag that score down. What is that a… 100 watt bulb…really grates on the eyes, am I right? And these restraints…could have been a little less tight, little more blood to the extremities,” Scott rambled on. Is there really a fine line between genius and insanity, he thought to himself.

The interrogator stared at him momentarily. “Who are you?” he asked.

Scott opened his mouth, a quip ready to fire out, but then he said, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t remember?”

“Yes….well…no…its more like I am not who I was…something changed. Who are u?”

Another punch to the stomach and more giggling issued forth from Scott.

“Will someone pay a ransom for you? Friends, family, business associates perhaps?”

“No”

“Then your usefulness is at an end to us.” The interrogator reached into his coat, and slowly pulled out a hand gun.

Scott stared at the gun in disbelief. In slow motion he watched as the hammer went back and then the milliseconds as time slowed and the motion of the trigger crept.

And then the loud noise, he ears were ringing so much so that he could barely make out someone screaming at the top of their lungs. He had closed his eyes out of instinct, but as he opened them he could barely believe what he was seeing.

His interrogator was dead by way of broken neck, and a young Asian girl staring at him intently.

He stopped himself from screaming, and as the ringing started to lessen, the girl looked at him and asked, “Who are you?”