Bubbles start to float to the surface of some viscous medical fluid. Greens and blues circulate what seems to be a pod of sorts.
A man floats within the pod, near fatal wounds covering his torso in an array of freshly formed scars. Holes punctured into the sides of his ribs as well as a deep white slash gouged into the centre of his torso like a fission.
His red hair floats in the liquid, the usual flame like nature having dimmed quite a bit. His mind begins to stir behind his shut eyelids. Memories, moments, motivation all stirring forth. Kicking up the sand that is his awareness.
"Daddy"! Flashes of two little girls, brimming with joy, flash by in broken imagery. Memories slowly start to form into a sense of cohesion. Horror manifests seeing the suppressed memory break from its chains.
"Why, WHY DAMMIT WHY"! Words start to sprout in the forming chaos of his mind.
