Eyes flutter open. The sound of flapping birds. Breathes escape for no reason. Bodies tumbling. Laughter. Sobs. Screams. Silence.

Silence.

---- wakes with a start. His right side is cold, left side feeling nothing but air drifting through vents.

Vents?

---- wonders where he is. He thinks on how he got here. ---- cannot remember. Some footsteps make ---- tense.

"Who's there?" He calls. The footsteps stop. A door slides open with a push of air from more vents. Someone steps inside. ---- can see a silhouette. Tall. Stocky.

More birds. The sound of winds beating wildly. Feathers fall and beaks clamp shut.

"----," they say, "are you ----?"

---- is confused. Who are they talking about? Who is ----?

"My name is not ----." ---- states. "My name is ----."

"That is what we said. That is your name." Another voice. Feminine. A figure appeared but no figure on the body says its female. Straight lines. Thick legs.

Laughter. Laughter like a child's. Laughter that's just air forces out of blue lungs. Smile.

---- shakes his head. "Who are you?"

"We're Team 03." Another voice. Younger. They poke their head out. Long hair, thin neck.

Sobbing. Tears stream down bloodied faces. Blubbering and whimpering from afar. Cry.

"Where am I?"

"Why, ----, you're on the SSC Fortgaurd. A one way ticket to Galaxy 40C8."

Bodies tumble. No more movement. No more sounds. Flesh hitting flesh. Death.

---- cannot even remember his name.