Wait, what's happening? I'm alive?

My sight is blurry, but then again, so is my mind. I was sure just 10 minutes ago that I was pretty much dead, but now I'm lying here alive, or at least I think I am.

Who are you? What did you do to me?

I can make out figures, people standing at my side. Realising that I'm moving, being transported out of the morgue. As a light blinds me temporarily, I feel the wheels of the gurney clatter over the hard, uneven ground.

Where are they taking me? Are they working for Henderson?

I'm loaded into a van, and as my eyesight becomes normal, I look at each of the men with me in the back of the van. There are five in total, one of whom is looking at me with a huge grin on his face. He introduces himself as David Emerson, says he knows all about me, about my history. About Michelle.

What do you know me or Michelle? I don't know you, I've never heard of you!

I ask him what they're planning to do with me, why they've taken me, but I get no answer. Emerson promises that everything will be explained in time, but this doesn't satisfy my curiosity.

Does this mean that I'm dead to the world?

I ask him about Henderson, if they had planned to “kill” me all along. This time, they give me the answers I wanted.

What if they were the ones who killed Michelle?

I ask him about Michelle, if they had any involvement in her death. He denies it, says that the government should pay for what it did to her. I don't know why he's so interested in me and Michelle, but I decide to go along, find out more.

What if they can help me find the people who really are responsible for Michelle's death?