in panic. Then, they look around at the comforting familiarity of their room and within a few moment are satisfied of their safety; they

are no longer in their nightmare. That’s what happens in films at least. For John, it was different. He didn’t know it yet, but he had

woken into a nightmare. For him, there was no sudden gasp of reality, no sitting bolt upright. Just a slow, increasing awareness of what was

'happening to him. The first thing he became aware of was his breathing; it was faint at first and grew increasingly louder as he'

'gradually awoke. He remembered so clearly the sound it made, husking back and forth like waves crashing on a distant beach. Perhaps if'

'he’d had known of the danger, the bloodshed and the terror that was to follow, he would never have pushed that button in the first place.'

'If John would have found the energy to try and move his arms, he would have discovered they were tied down, just like his ankles were.'

'If he would have been able to open his eyes, he would have found himself lying on what would appear to be some kind of hospital bed,'

'in the room of what would appear to be some kind of hospital. Beneath him were a web of cables and wires attaching him to a variety of'

'bleeping machines which crowded around his body. Red, black and blue wires ran into John’s hands, his feet, across his chest and a'

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'particularly thick cable coiled up to the back of his head. John attempted to open his eyes, but as soon as he slowly did so, an agony of'

'of bright light seared his sight. Voices interrupted. Two men. 'Do we know how he did it?’ ‘No, he shouldn’t have been able to get...'

'through.’ ‘Do we know where he’s come from?’ ‘No. But they do.’ ‘So they’re coming here to get him?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘We’d better get...'

'everything prepared for them.’ The voices stopped and all he could hear was the faint buzz of a fluorescent light. He tried to open his'

'eyes again but gave up doing so as quickly as he had done the first time. He attempted to move his head to the side and suddenly felt the'

'sickening sensation of something stuck deep in his skull – he felt the pressure against the back of his head and thought, for a moment, he'

'was going to be sick. He heard a new voice now. This voice was different, its words were growled out from deep inside the speaker and'

'burst into the air ready to attack whoever heard them, ‘Who’s in charge here?’ it snarled. ‘I am, Sir.’ ‘How much do you know about who...'

'...this is?’ ‘Not much Sir, just where he’s come from.’ the voice stammered back tensely. Then the growling voice barked, ‘Hyth! Hyth...'