Jorge opened his eyes, and he could see a mirage in front of him. A facial image in some wavy dancing pattern. He grimaced and squinted as he focused his eyes. He held his hand to block some of the light from the window.
"Where am I?" Jorge asked.
"You are back, Office Jorge Velez." The voice said.
"Where?"
"In a hospital."
He tried to sit on the bed, but his head hurt, so he rested back his head on the pillow.
"Ah...my head. What part?"
"What do you mean what part?"
"Future?"
"You are back where you started-the present. We just ran some tests, and you are generally okay. The inserted drug inside your body is giving too much dosage in your system. That is the cause of the headache. It's a rebound thing. Sudden dilation of blood vessels. But we provided enough constrictors to alleviate those throbbing sensations on your head."
"Where is Colonel Riva?"
