Crippled and emotionally starved – he grasped the cold metal. As each second transpired his grip loosened. Up until this moment he had thought he was invincible. He stared blankly into the distance. The wind chilled his bones. It was dark. Only he could save himself… and he knew it. But time stood still for an instance and memories flooded his conscience. What is this place? Who are they? Why am I here? …Intelligence was measured by men in white coats. What?.. He suddenly snapped back into the present. Shaking his head he wondered why me. But those questions and his lack of trust would seemingly remain hidden. He screamed, as if to expel buried guilt. It was time. He closed his eyes and inhaled. It was almost over.