Standing alone in a large room with a soft wooden floor. The glare of the sun shines against the slickly laquered floor illuminating the room. Ben turns around to look out the window, the sun stinging his eyes he turns back around. Suddenly finding himself face to face with a strange me. Square jawed and strongly built the man reminds him of the type of person you'd expect to find hidden underneath a suit of Omni-Pol Elite Armor. The man stares wide eyed into Ben's eyes, as if he is angry, about to yell like a Drill Instructor. After what seems like an eternity of staring between the two men the room suddenly fills with people. A sea of people, standing in rows like a military formation.
The man in front of Ben continues staring wide eyed at him. Slowly the heads of the hundreds of thousands of people turn towards him. Some faces he recognizes as old friends, many of the faces he doesnt recognize at all. Maybe they are people hes met, or people he is yet to meet.
All in unison they speak...
What are you doing?
Why are you here?
Your supposed to be helping.
Everything your doing is for yourself.
Your supposed to be helping.
Stop thinking only of yourself.
Silence falls over the room and once again Ben is left alone with the square jawed man...He stands staring straight ahead into the eyes of the man in front of him. Confusion clouds his mind, pondering over all the faces he just saw. The ghosts of friends past, and the vision of friends of the future. All staring at him...accusing him...What had he done? What could he do now? Something, someone, was telling him it was time to change. To make a change in his life...
Fixerben snaps straight up in his bed, quickly glancing about his apartment as if looking for someone. He flops back onto his pillow in a cold sweat and takes a deep breath.
Tomorrow would be different, nothing would ever be the same again.
