<Snipped quote by Nimda>
*I see them, all of them, though one in particular fills my vision. I am a child again, a boy walking through brightly lit neon streets, my parents on either side. I look at all the passing colors in awe and feel a strange longing. Remembering what Vector said, I push the feeling aside, letting it go as the scene changes*
*Your body is twisted and contorted through space, firing pain receptors but causing no harm*
