Chapter One Welcome Back

I woke up every day with some unusual thing happening to me, and one day, nothing actually happened and I was surprised. It was a weekend, a snowy one. I was on my way to Sam's café, the man who raised me. The weekends are the busiest days for him and I was like an extra worker for help. Sam never asked me for help for raising me. Often he used to say that he lost his brother when he was of my age, so treating me as a brother. I had to do something to make him happy for a day or so.

I was serving table number 5 and something weird happened. I felt something in my head. I lost control over my body and saw some weird projections. The next moment I fell down to ground. I woke up back on my bed. Sam was sitting beside me having a cup of coffee. I woke up with difficulty and asked "What happened?" in a low pitched voice. "I am the one who was supposed to ask that. What the hell happened out there?" he asked. "I don't know" I said "Something flashed and I fell down" looking at him. He saw me curiously and asked "Jake, are you doing drugs?" in peculiar tone. "What?" I shouted, loud enough for the doctor to hear. He was in the other room. Dr. White was our friend and he came to take a look at me. "What the hell just happened Sam?" he asked. "Nothing" said Sam.

"How are you feeling Jake?" he asked. "A bit confused doctor" I said "Nothing like this ever happened to me, I saw some projections like the ones in Assassin's creed" with a visible confusion. "Hmm… so some kind of hallucinations" he said. "But it felt so real" I argued. "Jake, are you doing drugs?" he asked, just like Sam. "See, I asked the same thing" Sam supported Dr. White and they both were like some detective, showered so many questions. "Guys, guys" I said "Just hold yourself. Hallucinations don't mean that I am doing drugs" I said. "So are there any other reasons to do drugs" Sam asked. There was another shower of Questions that I don't even know how to answer.

"You know what?" I said "I need some fresh air" and walked out of the room leaving the drugs question in their mind. I didn't even understood, why they even think that I was doing drugs. Probably because some gang in the university were doing so. I walked over the bridge to a park and sat on a bench. It was so peaceful, away from their stupid questions. But, something happened again, I felt those projections but this time they were clear. I was in Juneau with a man and woman standing on the boat and Sam running towards us. I came out of that projection and head started to hurt. I walked back to home. For some weird reason I thought "Am I doing drugs?" and knocked the door. Sam opened it and I never thought to discuss anything about the projection.

I walked straight to my room and slept. I thought the next day would be some kind of good thing but, it never was. It was growing these projections and days later it felt like the nightmare I used to have in my childhood. I still never wanted to discuss it with Sam. It was ten days after the first projection. I was sleeping in my room and I heard some noises. I woke up only to realize that I was dreaming. I was seeing my parents. They said themselves that I was dreaming. "Jake, something is coming. You need to go back to Juneau" they said for which I asked "What the hell is coming?" with a bit of visible confusion. "You'll know Jake" they said. I was looking at them with no hope. "Welcome back Jake" they said. "Welcome back, where?" I asked. They smiled at me and I woke up from my dream. First the projections and now the welcoming back. I have no freaking idea about what's going to happen.