The preparation tasks were customary as they had always been. A full sterilization process for the equipment and myself, preparation of the room, gloves and layers to maintain personal cleanliness. All very standard procedure that I had gone through countless times. I came to the door and adjusted the plastic white mask that covered my face. After all a doctor must always make sure their uniform is in place. Opening the door and striding into the room I am temporarily blinded by the bright light of the room but it fades just as quickly as it came. I glance around the room, a blank white canvas as it usually was before each procedure. Though it never lasted long as operations sometimes became messy especially in the heat of the moment. Looking up at the observation box there is only a woman and two children. She was blonde, tall, with pale skin and very gentle features on her face. Tears streaks stained her face as she looked through the glass of the room. The children seemed preoccupied however as the eldest seemed more interested in keeping the youngest from touching his game system. I look to the mother the slight turn of the head showing my change of focus. She gives me a nod with tears in her eyes as the mixture of emotions on her face came to rest at anger. It seems she's made her decision well, time to start the procedure. I walk up to the surgical table which held a naked man on it bound by his hands and feet. He was middle aged with their being no way for him to be a day over forty. Five feet nine inches, two hundred and thirty five points, brown hair, brown eyes, light complexion, small scar on stomach due to work injury. All things checked out as I picked up the clipboard off the medical rack and tapped the man's foot to wake him up. Eyes fluttering open he began to speak still a little off balance from the sedatives that were administered earlier.

"Where am I? and why is it so bright...and where are my clothes?"

"Mr..." I look down at the chart again "...Richardson, correct?"

He turned to me with a startled look as the blank white mask stared back at him. I patiently waited for the answer as I always did as the silence was usually enough to coax out responses by itself.

"Yeah who wants to know?"

"Oh I don't matter in this situation I will simply be taking care of your procedure today."

His eyes grew confused.

"But there's nothing wrong with me?" He shifted on the table attempting to stand and noticed the restraints.

"Hey let me go!"

I begin flipping through the pages of the clipboard skimming over information. The quiet page turns only interrupted by more outbursts from my reluctant patient. Many of which were focused on being released though there was one inquiring about his clothes which made me chuckle silently to myself. Soon I began pacing about him tightening his restraints as I went and once the final one had been finished I turned to an image.

"Mr. Richardson do you know who this is?" He stared at me with bewilderment as I turned the image around to face him. A still image of the woman in the observation woman above in a white dress with a veil and him in a black suit stared back at him. His eyes narrowing at me he began to answer.

"Yes that's me and my wife on our wedding day." He shifted in the restraints still attempting to release himself. I ignore his movements and nod gently.

"Indeed and is this not the same woman and your son as well?" I flip to a page with a picture of a woman lying in a hospital bed holding a baby and turn it to face him.

"Yes what...