It's 1844. After a loud storm being audible outside the window, the next thing you hear is a maniacal laughter. Laughter of disbelief and satisfaction at the same time. Slowly, almost against your own will, you open your eyes.

What you see is a tall man standing beside you and the table you're lying on. His black hair with white strands are messy and by his face it's obvious that he hadn't slept for days. He is looking up at the hole in the ceiling of the room you're both in. There's a long wire sticking out through the hole, somehow connected to the table you're on.

Confused as never before, you look back at the scientist, who's now leaning above you with fascinated gaze in his silver eyes, behind a pair of glasses.

"Oh, my.. It's alive.." he mutters under his breath, only to understand that you actually can hear him, basing on your confused gaze. He raises his voice "You..You are alive.. You're alive!" he screams in pure joy and fascination.