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I wrote this when I was bored one night I still have no clue where Im going with so bear with me something will come eventually.


So there he was. Just all of a sudden, he was there. He didn’t know how he got there, or why he was there, or even where "there" was. All he knew was that he was there for some reason but what that reason was remained a mystery to him. He tried to remember what he had been doing but he soon found that he had a throbbing headache that made it nearly impossible to think. Still he tried…. nothing. He didn’t understand.

“Nothing? How do you come up with nothing? It’s your life, you lived it, so how can you not come up with something?” he thought. So he tried again and it all started to come back. Slowly at first, but it started coming back faster, thinking became easier, he realized that his headache was vanishing, and he was thankful for that. With the headache gone it was easier to think. Then it hit him. He knew where he was, what he had been doing, and how he got there. He stood up slowly and looked at the man as he entered the room.

3 weeks earlier

Sam Fisher was a very confident man. He stood at six feet tall with dark brownhair, and with eyes so blue the likes of which have never been seen before. He had a great job, a great house, and a great family. Everything was perfect, he wasn’t in debt, he had just gotten a promotion, and his wife and kids were very happy.

Or so he thought. Sam was a hard working man. One who often either stayed at work late or brought work home with him. His wife understood, she always had, and he had never heard her complain about it - or about anything for that matter. Come to think of it, his wife hadn’t said much at all the past week or so.

He would ask her about that later. Right now he had work to do.