You flinch awake, falling off the chair you were sleeping on. Your head is pounding as you rise to your feet. You must have hit it when you fell. Your thoughts are swimming. You're having a sensory overload. Multiple images of the same thing are overlapping in your mind. Blurry memories mix with clearer ones. It feels like your brain's about to explode. There's just too much.

Taking a walk, you wander the halls aimlessly. As you pass a glass door, the first thing you notice is that you're in a guard's uniform and the second thing is several scientists examining a strange stone. A hundred memories flash back of the stone broken and hollow, a plated, horned, terrifying face, and dozens of corpses in a ravaged base. Several phrases echo in your head: "we did this." "Only Washington D.C. still stands." "We're responsible for all this death and destruction." Something terrible is going to happen. You can feel it, and it all revolves around that stone... no egg.

If you choose to do nothing, go to part 36
If you wish to try and change the future, go to part 37