I remember the lab. It had gray, metal walls, and floors. Even the ceilings were made of the hardened alloid. I could still feel the cool, hard substance surrounding me. I had asked, upon death, to be frozen in time. A thing that most can't say they want. I did want it. I wanted to live through it, prove them wrong. That's why I helped them. Project 0061. I don't regret it at all. It worked. Milo wasn't there when I woke up. Neither was Keith, Arin, John, Tails, nobody from Project 0061 was there, which was odd. We had taken a vow: stay throughout the project, or leave, and never come back. I guess they all gave up. I looked around. The lab wasn't at all how I remembered it. The walls were made of white tile, the floors of white concrete. The ceiling was plastered, and painted white. How did they get their hands on such valuable materials? Tile, concrete, plaster, all were brand new, so how had they gotten so much of it? "Jackalope? Johnny Boy?" I called for my best friends by their nicknames, something they had always hated me doing. "Miciko, what are you doing in lab 0061?" A voice asked. It was loud, stoic, and sounded like a younger version of... "Elizanet? I thought you quit the project back in '82!" I questioned harshly, looking around for where he could be.

A girl with brown hair came around the corner. The tips of her brunette hair were bright pink and green, and she wore very strange attire for a lab worker. She had on a blackish sweater, but it had a raincoat's hood adorning it. She also wore bright green and pink jeans with rose designs on them, and big green boots. "By Tom, what are you wearing woman?! Are you a Greaser?!" I yelled in shock, shielding my eyes from her neon outfit. "What's a Greaser?" She asked, using very odd wording. "I'll be darned if you're tricking me. Greaser isa tuff folk, they don' wear them sophisticated clothes that those normal kids wear." She nodded, looking very confused, as if I were speaking in tongues or something. "Yeah, well, I ain't no 'Greaser', so... Anyways, who is this Elizabeth you speak of?" I sighed. "Elizanet, my old business runner. She left in a foul way how she done it. Mcdunnet too." She looked at me like I had a second mouth, and shrugged. "Seems legit. Come on, I'll show you 'round the base." She pulled me by the arm without an ounce of respect. "I know my way around, this used to be my lab, though I'm not so sure it's the same thing now." She stopped in her tracks. "Your lab? Just who are you?" It was my turn to pull her by the arm. She protested, but I didn't care. "There's a room where I used to live, that'll give ya enough infa fer a while." I said, walking down the hallways that I knew so well.

Three minutes later, after climbing down the big metal ladder, I arrived at what used to be my room. I cranked open the old iron door slowly, watching it open. I could almost feel the strange girl's gaze on my head. "It's rude to stare, ya know." I heard her shifting from foot to foot awkwardly. "Well, we never knew this was here, we thought the ladder led to another testing room or something, so we left it alone." I sighed, just as the door creaked open at last. I waved my hand for her to follow, entering quickly. I pulled the old titanium switch, watching as the lights all flickered on. The light flickered, before clearing. The light bulbs needed a change, and my room needed to be rearrayed. The bed was still as pristine as I left it, but there were objects tossed all over the floor. The food in the kitchen was either moldy, spoiled, rotten, or inedible. The water was brown and murky. So so some things needed to be fixed, but at least I could see. I still knew what was in each closet, each corner.

The girl was looking at the pictures and certificates on the wall. Each one had an intricate, ivory frame. She brushed one off, coughing as dust flew. How long had I been gone for? "So your name is Jeremy Longhai?" She asked, reading it off of the certificate she had cleaned. "Yes, that's my name. I'm the creator of this here lab, and that just so happens to be my college degree from Harvard." I confirmed, giving her the terms. Her mouth fell open a bit as she processed what I had said. "You... You went to Harvard? That's, like, a really prestigious school, right?" She asked, and I could sense a slight awed aura coming from her voice. "Yes, well, I wouldn't be here if I hadn't graduated from Harvard." She nodded.

It was then that I spotted my old radio. Truly my favourite thing in the world to do was listen to the radio. I had a tape player too, but the radio... The radio was the only pastime that I would ever truly enjoy. There was one song that I particularly enjoyed by The Ink Spots; I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire. I had the tape, and when it came out, I had even bothered going to the concert. Oh, I hadn't been to a concert in so long. Ever since the Beetles started going their seperate ways, I got out of the whole music trend. I put in the tape, and pressed the play button. The old machine burst to life, playing the beautiful song I remembered. "I don't want to set the world on fire, I just want to start a flame in your heart~" I sang along to the lyrics that I knew so well. I heard a small cough behind me, and remembered that the strange girl was there too. "I never caught your name?" I asked, and she started. "Oh, yes, I completely forgot to introduce myself! My name is Janette." I nodded. "Quite a nice name you have. You've already acquainted me as Jeremy, so no need for proper introductions."

"What's up with that thing, though? Why not use a phone to play your music?" I stared at her. You couldn't use a flip phone to play songs, it was common knowledge. "Here, look-" she said, taking out a strange looking, rectangular device. It was sleek and fragile looking, with a glass screen. She pressed a button on the side of it, and it flashed white for a second before showing a picture of a cat. It wasn't black and white, which was shocking. She swiped the device, and the screen darkened, showing the basic numbers of the number line. She tapped in a code, and it showed a picture of a guy surrounded by little symmetrical rows of four with oddly coloured, labeled, non-cornered squares. She tapped on a red one with a white triangle, which was labeled YouTube. A white screen with many images showed up. "What's the song called?" She asked. I took out the tape, and handed it to her. "How does that device work?" I asked, pointing at the strange rectangular object. She sighed. "It's basically a piece of machinery that you can use to play games, and find stuff, and watch videos, and whatever." I nodded, still confused, and with a million more questions. This was gonna be a long night for the both of us.