Lost in Nightmares - Part 1 Ethan thought he was safe. He had thought that the death of Eveline was the end of the long nightmare that >

< was the Baker plantation. He thought that the man who introduced himself as "Redfield" was the man to bring both him and his wife back >

< to some sort of a normal life. But he was wrong. Whoever these people were, their demeanor changed the second they landed down. Their >

< words took on a distinct smell of bullshit. Scientists and suits gave promises of looking out for the couple that didn't even try to >

< hide how hollow they were. They were processed. They were dragged though white rooms. They were injected. They were tested. Finally, >

< they were seperated. They told Ethan that he was fine and he was uninfected but Mia was a different story. They said she needed to be >

< cured. Don't worry. You'll be reunited in a few hours. "Where. The fuck. Is my wife?!" Ethan had lost count of how many times he had >

< said those words. He paced around the room. It was some kind of old furnished hotel-style room, a juxtaposition to the hi-tech white >

< testing rooms he first faced in this facility. They told him it was a place for him to wait in while they worked on Mia. As time went >

< by, it became more and more clear that this was simply some kind of gilded cage. "Where the fuck is she?!" He continued to pace >

< around and shout into thin air. He knew he was being watched. There was no way he wasn't being watched. With every cycle, he grew more >

< and more frustrated as he lost more and more track on the time that was passing by him. There was no sky, no clocks, no thing to tell >

< him anything that was going on outside the 4 walls that kept him trapped. After circling around the extravagant oak table that stood >

< as the rooms centrepiece a few more times, his mind started to drift and wander to a new matter. He thought back to how he found his >

< wife, trapped in the basement of that guest house. Mia had been trapped and held prisoner for three years. He started to feel as if he >

< had let her down in that moment. He had fought so hard, faced unimaginable terror to save her and yet he had just lead her into some >

< terror. They were trapped in some inescapable ordeal. There was no hope. Nothing. "FUCK!" He threw a vase across the room, letting it >

< shatter. It was a futile act. It wouldn't make a difference but it was all he could do.