The last thing you remembered was those bright lights, then, black. You finally opened your eyes to see a man kissing you, holding your chin as if you were a priceless work of art. Before you could react, he pulled away, gently. You felt at ease, with this disarming man looking at you, through his glasses. He had a stoic look on his face, with no emotion. With a smooth, firm- yet gentle voice, he spoke.

”I’ve been awaiting your arrival.”