It had been another long night of nightmares and odd visions. Continuosly seeing numbers and odd pictures of something important to him in his subconscious, Lennox shook his head as he looked through the windows, at the cloud again. Was it only him or did others felt odd about his behavior as well? He didn't know anylonger and shrugged that thought away.
He stood up and walked to the sink in the room, waking up himself by a splash of water with his two hands. He looked into the mirror above the sink and looked at himself, mumbling something while shaking his head. Lennox still wasn't able to remember anything. Everything seemed like a complete new life...without any prior experience or events, that could had affected him.
"Why am I here...I am not supposed to be here..."
Suddenly somebody knocked on the door and opened the door a few moments after. A doctor, someone else than the one the day before, stepped in and glanced at Lennox, head shaking.
"Good morning, Mister Lennox...you should lie in your bed...not walking around...we still don't know what is going on with you..."
Lennox just rolled his eyes and walked back to the bed, sitting down on it. He glanced at the doctor, annoyed, with an asking expression. The doctor sat down infront of him and looked into Lennox's eyes.
"We've analyzed your brain, the blood flow of your body and the regular activity of your body. Your body itself doesn't get sufficient 'power' for some reason. The amount of blood flowing through your body is lower than..."
It took a while until the doctor continued, by himself not knowing anything about what happened to Lennox.
"Than the amount of blood in your head...it is rather...unusual lately." "What do you mean? Lately? How long am I here already?"
The doctor didn't answer on that and just sighed. It almost looked like the doctor didn't know that by himself.
"Let me ensure you, it's for your very own best. Now please lie down again and rest..." "Hmpf...this all stinks..."
As Lennox finally laid back in the bed, the doctor pulled something out of his coat. Lennox looked through the windows again, watching the nebula with a frown. 'I don't get it...' he thought. That moment, he noticed something penetrating through his skin at the neck. He quickly eyed the doctor, who was injecting him something with a syringe. With a quick reacion, Lennox kicked him away, but it was already too late. Most of the liquid has been injected into his main artery already. His view blurred and he fell down, losing consciousness...
