Multicolored lights danced across the pool, and was only complimented by the rave music pouring out of the DJ's booth. A woman with flowing black hair, almost too shiny to be real stood in the corner of the balcony. The refracted lights danced their way across her and the rest of the area. Zathia couldn't make out her details, but her figure was very smooth and curvy. He looked about a bit, and waited for a car to fly by. An explosion of light out shined the already bright lights, and a shrill scream was heard. He had to act now. He sprinted full speed across the cobblestone and made sure to jump over the diving board. As his feet left the earthly feeling of the stone, his face met a very cold feeling of steel. He swung his arms up, and locked on to a groove in the metal. He gazed up to see another woman-like figure hanging out of the window, with a very nasty gun pointed right at him. His senses were overwhelmed with light and sound, but he could decipher the sounds of air raid sirens in the distance.

"Stay still and look down if you want to live, Mr. Hopkins." How she knew his name was odd to him, but he wouldn't disobey her now. He looked down only to find himself thousands of feet above the city. He scanned left and right, and decided they were headed north, towards North Philadelphia and maybe even New York. He eyeballed the city, staring at the shimmering lights and displays of the city streets, but a large shape in the distance alerted him. They approached shape rather quickly, which turned out to be a building. The woman tugged him up, into the car. A sack quickly fell over his head. He shouted and shouted, but the sirens and noise of the city overpowered anything they could hear. He felt himself being dragged until a sudden "Woosh!"

The noise cut off, and the bag was lifted from his head. No amount of screaming could have prepared him for this. A man, probably around six and a half foot tall stood before him. His black suit clung tightly to his body, almost as if too small, and his shoes seemed rather petite as well. The man's entire head was covered in a koala mask, and only his jet blue eyes escaped from it's eerie grasp. The man did nothing but stare at him. Zathia found himself tied up, probably proving that he had been drugged, or knocked out at some point. The room filled with more suited men, adorned with Koala masks. His head begun to spin. The men began to chant, but not in any language he knew. It was a mixture of electronic noises and gibberish but it seemed familiar. He closed his eyes once more, but all he saw were QR codes of the past. His eyes moved underneath his eyeslids scanning each code for any kind of clue as to what in god's name was happening. The chanting grew louder and closer. He let out one last scream as he felt the bites if the strange men all around him. "Help! For god sake's help!". The air raid siren could be heard. It was over. He didn't know why, but it was over. The chanting stopped, and everything slipped away...