I lay strapped to some panel-bed thing after being found out by Merrick and his group of scientists (let’s pretend Booker didn’t turn them in). Nicky, Booker and Joe next to me.

There is a chair in front of us, empty, as Merrick continues to talk about various things he thinks we are useful for, then he says your name.

You had been gone for five years from us, although not a lot in immortal lifetimes, we hadn’t stopped searching for you, I watch as he calls for you to be brought in.