You were on your way back to your forster home, When a sharp pain shot through your neck, you fell unconscious on the spot. When you woke up, you were in a strange, some kind of surgical table, your hands and ankles tied to the table. An oxygen mask was on your face, electrodes were stuck to your head and your chest was full of patches and wires. Two IV-lines were attached to your arms, some liquids running in a constant flow.