"ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! ERROR!" What was that? What was going on? I slowly opened my eyes. I was in a tube of some sorts... the tube... for the machine... the one that Janice put me in! I was back at the hospital! It seemed like weeks ago, but I was awake again! It worked... I tried to move, but my arms and legs were frozen. Was it an effect of the machine? Perhaps it was because my body has been sitting still for quite some time? I could tell that my neck was stiff, yet I still tried to move my head, and bit by bit, I got a look around the tube. There was nothing much to see, just myself, but to my right there was a lever. I hoped it was a way out.

        I concentrated on my right arm, willing it to move. First my fingers started to twitch, and I used them to try and claw my way towards the lever. My arm moved ever so slightly, but it was a start. I started to realize that the tube seemed to get smaller and smaller around me. It was a feeling I hadn't felt since I was trapped on that bed, back in my old room. Back when I started my journey. It was the feeling of desperation, the feeling of a caged animal. The air seemed to thin around me, and I started to panic. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. All that came out was a quiet hiss.

        "ERROR! ERROR! All lab personnel are recommended to evacuate!" the machine chimed. What was going on out there? I couldn't see a damn thing! That's when I truly freaked out. I tried to flare my body, find some exit, but my body refused. Tear after tear slid down my cheeks. I was truly trapped, and I couldn't do anything. My breathing picked up, and I could see the glass of the tube fog up. It was all getting smaller and smaller. The walls seemed to squeeze me, my head was trapped, everything was trapped! I was going to die here! No... I can't. I won't die trapped. I needed to think! If I could just reach that lever! I concentrated on moving my arm closer and closer to the lever. Time seemed to stretch on for eternity, as I got closer and closer to the lever.

        Eventually, I was able to get my pinky finger to rest on top of the lever. I clenched the lever, and tried to pull it. No luck. Then I tried to push it. Still nothing. My pinky wasn't strong enough. I screamed in frustration, but I still was voiceless. If only I could get my entire hand on it! I need to get my ENTIRE hand on the lever! I moved slowly, finger by finger, dragging my arm forward, until my hand was on the lever. I bent my fingers till they were around the lever, and tried to push the lever inward. Nothing. Then I went to pull it outwards. There was a click, then a hiss, and the door of the tube opened. I sighed in relief. Fresh air!

        Now I needed to get out of this tube. It looked like an easy thing to do. All I had to do was climb over the side, and onto the floor. The only problem was that my damn limbs didn't want to move. I was a ragdoll, everything limp, everything floppy. I had hoped fresh air would fix me, something about muscles needing oxygen, but like everything else so far since I woke up in this tube, it had to be a problem. I mustered some strength, and threw my arm up. It lightly flopped to the edge of the tube, and then slid back into my lap. I tried again, and as my arm tried to slide back, I clenched onto the edge. Step one done.

        I shifted my left shoulder forward, gaining momentum, until I was rolled onto my side. Then I threw my left arm forward, till it was on the lip of the tube, and my other hand also was grabbing the edge. Step two done. Now I needed to drag myself forward. It was like climbing a rope, but horizontally, and with a super heavy weight attached. It also was like my body had done a super intense workout beforehand, and my muscles were on fire. All my body wanted to do was rest, and I was forcing it to move forward. I mustered all the strength I had, and pulled myself forward, practically flinging my body over the edge. I hit the floor with a loud thump.

        Now that I was out of the tube, I got a look around the room. I wasn't sure what had happened while I was in the machine, but it didn't seem normal. Firstly, all the normal lights in the room were off, and red lights were flashing in their place. Secondly, there were papers strewn around the room, plastered on walls, scattered on the floor, floating in the air, etc. Lastly, people were running about, scrambling back and forth, like ants carrying food from the picnic basket to the anthill. To the average eye there was no rhyme or reason, but to them, there was a mission, a purpose. No one batted an eye to me lying half naked on the floor trying to escape.

        I could feel my body start to regain more feeling and strength and I started to crawl towards the exit on my knees. The floor was rough, and my knees were scratched up by the time I got halfway across the room. I tried to stand up, and stumbled a few feet, but gravity got the best of me, and I fell to the ground. I tried again, and managed to get a few more feet. I tried again and again, till I hit the wall. Then I crawled into the side room where my clothing lay and dragged each item onto my body. After double checking that my clothing was on properly, I used a chair to push my body into a standing position. Once I was sure I was stable, I walked out of the room, and onto the elevator. I hit the button for the bottom floor, and waited. A few floors down, the doors opened.

        "Good afternoon!" a woman with red hair said as she stepped in.

        "Good afternoon..." I said quietly.

        "Long day of work huh?" she asked with a smile.

        "You could say that," I responded.

        "Yeah... I work for the memory log department, lots of typing and organizing... can't have the wrong name with the wrong memory!" she said with a laugh.

        "Uh huh..." I said.

        "Yeah, I know a lot about the people who want to remember things. I know who their direct ancestors are, their childhoods, all that fun stuff. The thing is, I don't know a lot about you," she said. Her words made my blood freeze.

        "W-what do you mean...?" I stammered.

        "Well, I know all about Hudson Graves. And Junior. The thing is, you are neither of them," she said.

        "Who are you?" I asked.

        "I would ask you that same question. You see, the Cogitatus has never failed to retrieve a memory. Never. I have studied the machine top to bottom, I know all the specs and all the data. I even know the blueprints. I know all the dirty little secrets. Yet the moment you were plugged in, you sent the machine into a complete and total malfunction, a meltdown per se. So what came out of that machine? What kind of being are you?" she asked me.

        "I don't know what you are talking about! You are freaking crazy!" I exclaimed.

        "Who are you?" she asked, her voice booming in the elevator.

        "Who are you!?" I retorted. I didn't like the vibe this lady gave me. I needed to get out of the elevator, but we were still a few floors from the bottom. Perhaps...

        "Don't even think about trying to get away," she said, as if she read my mind. Then she hit a button on the elevator panel, and the elevator came to a stop.

        "What do you want from me?" I asked.

        "I want to know who you are," she said.

        "Look. My name is Brock. Or that's what I call myself anyway. I woke up sometime ago with no memory of who I was. Some guy named Dr. Morton told me I was this dude named Hudson Graves Jr. He then tortured me for months trying to get Graves' memory to resurface. Then he disappeared, and I haven't seen him since. His daughter Janice allowed me to escape from the hospital, and I ended up at a mausoleum that told me Hudson Graves Jr. was dead. So I created my own identity and lived in a place called the Servant's Headquarters with... a friend. Then I was found by Dr. Morton's men, who then were arrested by Ms. Graves' men, and I asked for an audience with her, then met Janice again, then ended up in the machine so my apparent actual memories would resurface. Now I'm here," I told her.

        "How interesting..." she said.

        "Now who are you?" I asked.

        "I go by many names. Something to do with a weird pronunciation of consuming food in the past tense, a weird way to say wrong in Latin, sometimes a word meaning the state or condition of being wrong in conduct or judgment, et cetera et cetera," she said, waving her hand in a nonchalant manner.

        "What?" I asked in confusion.

        "Just call me Jinx. It's got a nice ring to it. A lot better than the other names," she said.

        "Okay... Jinx. Can we get out of the elevator now?" I asked.

        "Not yet. I still have a few questions for you. What will you do now that you are free again? Where will you go?" she asked.

        "I'll live my own life, on my own terms. I'll get far away from here, and forget that any of this happened," I said.

        "Truly interesting. You really aren't a Graves, huh? Well then. I'm going to help you. One thing you need to know is that they'll never stop looking for you. They have the incentive to find you, and the resources to do it," she told me.

        "What should I do then?" I asked.

        "You need to take down the enterprise," she said.

        "How in the world am I supposed to do that?" I asked.

        "As I said before, I've been collecting evidence about the machine and the people that have gone in it, and I believe that there is enough evidence to talk about illegal activity such as invasion of privacy and so forth. We could also prove fraud of sorts... how about you claim that you are actually Junior. Say stuff along the lines of Maria Graves trying to claim herself as your beneficiary because all Hudson's money and his company was supposed to go to you and she tried to kill you. Her assassination attempt didn't succeed, and you are back to claim your assets. No one knows when either of you disappeared," she said.

        "Who am I supposed to say this to?" I asked.

        "Someone you've met before. Perhaps you need her card again?" she said, handing me a card that read: Kenzie Kissenger: Reporter and Journalist; Channel Five News; 1-(115)-142-6951; 15919 Redwood Dr.; Apartment B6

        "No. Freaking. Way. That crazy reporter?" I asked.

        "Yes her, as I recall she was investigating the Enterprise when you ran into her," she said.

        "How do you know all this?" I asked.

        "I'm just that good," she said.

        "Why should I trust you?" I asked.

        "Because I'm the only chance you have," she said, handing me a big envelope. The envelope was heavy and seemed relatively full, and on the cover it read: Evidence.

        "You seem familiar... have we met before?" I asked.

        "Yes. Now isn't the time to bring it up. You have your mission, I have mine," she said. Then she hit another button on the elevator panel, and the elevator started to move again, until it stopped at floor three.

        "Well, this is my floor. Good luck kid," she said, and stepped off the elevator.