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I held her hand in mine, and I was happy. I felt like she could help me find the answers to my questions. Who am I? What am I doing here? Where did I come from? What am I supposed to do now? She lets go of me and turns, calling out to her mother. Then, I'm suddenly enveloped in a flash of light. I can't tell what is going on. I... feel... sleepy... - 2 years later - I'm awake. I know a large amount of time has passed, but I am not quite sure how long. I'm laying on some kind of soft bed, in a room that is completely white. I am wearing white clothes that I don't recognize. I begin to look around, but out of nowhere I hear a voice. It is deep and familiar, like I have heard it before. "Sorry about that, Linwood. It wasn't your time quite yet, but I had to deploy you early. You see, our enemy caught wind of the plan. He sent one of his beasts to try and end us before we even started. I was forced to send you in. However, since that night he has left her alone - well, until now that is. He's using real people this time, so I can't merely send you in, weapons blazing, like before. You are going to have to fully integrate - this is going to be the last time you are here with me personally. Do you understand?" As I sit there listening, thoughts and images float through my mind. A plan - an enemy - all centered around this girl. And me. There is something we are supposed to do - I can't remember exactly. I do know what the voice is talking about, though. The incident with the bear - it was too early for us to begin - now it is time. I need to become a part of life - and more importantly, her life. If the plan is going to succeed, I need to go to her now. "I understand." I reply. The voice continues, "Good. She is in danger again. Save her. Stay with her. She needs you, and you need her. You will remember what to do. Now go." I find myself in the middle of a crowded street. I'm wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and a jacket - not the strange white clothes from before - I look like a rowdy teenager. People are passing by me, moving in every direction. I've never been here before, but I'm not lost. I can tell she's close. I quickly move down the street, getting closer to her all the time. The crowd has thinned out, and now I am walking down the street alone. I look down an alleyway as I pass by. There she is. She is sprinting. Suddenly, two large guys grab her from behind. She tries to scream, but one of them puts his hand over her mouth. I break into a run, as they are dragging her out of sight. I don't yell. That would let them now I'm coming. I turn the corner, and see one of them open the trunk to a car. The other guy throws her inside. He shuts the trunk then turns around, saying something to his partner. Then he sees me. I am within earshot now, coming at them like a bullet. The first guy yells "That must be him! Let's get out of here!" His partner nods, looking alarmed. They scurry around the car to the doors and struggle to open them. The man on the drivers side gets in before his partner, and starts the engine. Without the other guy, he begins to drive away. The partner falls behind, unable to keep up with the car. That's when I reach him. He turns to me, pulling out some kind of knife. I hit him in the face as I run by. I don't have time to stop. The man crumples to the ground; I think I knocked him out. The car is moving at about 20 miles per hour, trying to accelerate. Luckily, I catch up to it before it can. I dive onto the roof, grabbing hold of it so I don't fall off. Pulling myself up, I punch the roof. My arm goes through it, just like the last time; In the back of my mind, I wonder how that works. I feel my fist connect with the guy's head, and the car begins to swerve, crashing into a large hedge on the side of the road. I look at the large brick wall behind the hedge. Luckily, we weren't going very fast. Otherwise, we all would be dead. I check the guy in the car. He appears to be unconscious, just like his partner was. That's good, because I don't really know what I would do if he was awake. I walk around the car to the trunk. I know who is inside, so I am not surprised when it opens. The girl inside, however, is. She looks up at me...