I was lying on a table. A bright light pierced my eyes. Was it the sun? No. As I studied it closer, I made out the glass casing of a light bulb, suspended right above me. I couldn't remember where I was, or how I got there, and upon realizing this, I could almost hear my heartbeat quicken. I glanced at the room I was in. A white ceiling, with white tiled walls, and flooring. There was only one dimly lit hallway from my viewpoint, and as I lay there, I could hear the soft sound of footsteps coming down it. In a panic, something compelled me to sit up and get away from here, but I was held down, with leather straps. I finally realized where I was. I was laying on an operating table. The footsteps slowed, and a man wearing a mask, and a coat walked inside the room. In a desperate attempt to escape, I tried screaming for help, but the man ran over to me, and while covering my mouth with his hand, he took out of one of his massive coat pockets, something that looked like a gas mask. He strapped it on my face, and the the spinning face of the man in the mask, was last thing I saw before I blacked out.