It was one of those sunny days in the Rome Red district that everyone loves to hang around in. It was also one of those average days where nothing much happened.

It was also one of those days where people vanish and no one ever notices.

For Kris Somani, better known as Flashwing within Rubika Universal Robitcs, it was another average day on the job. Working as head of security, it was his responsibility to investigate any threats made against the company but now with the new Alien threat his job suddenly became much busier.

A fellow informant had contacted Flash regarding some information about past threats made to RUR employees, a case which had never been solved and the person responsible never found. The region by which this informant chose to meet Flash was pretty remote and thus Flash decided to forgo the usual Grid ride and opt for the Whompa.

It happened to also be one of those days where strange electical storms move into the area within a moments notice. The rain began falling and Flash clutched his trenchcoat around him as the wind picked up and blew the falling rain into his face. Hopefully it was nicer on other parts of the planet.

Flash entered the Whompa as the entry doors whooshed open and the digitization process began to break down his body into transmittable signals.

This was the exact moment that being in the wrong place at the wrong time can change everything. The wind gusts picked up blowing Flashwing into the whompa as a loud crack filled the sky sending an arch of lighting toward the ground striking the whompa antenna system and sending volts of electricity through the Omni computer systems controlling the whompa. For an instant Flash new something was wrong as he steped through the door but it was too late. There was a brilliant Flash of light which was blinding that shot through his eyes.

Then there was darkness...

Flash's digital format was scrambled in the system as the whompa quickly reset and corrected the error. Bit's and pieces of consciousness came and went. The passage of time seemed endless as Flash's signal was processed and reprocessed over and over again in an endless cycle.

This cycle wouldn't be broken until almost a year later when his pattern was reconstructed by a feak accident of computer mathmatics. A Omni engineer had been working on the same Whompa responding to reports of people seeing ghost images as they passed through. The computer reconstructed Flash's pattern, opened the doors and ejected him like being shot out of a cannon.

Flash was thrown face first into the grassy dirt and came to a rest on the sidewalk. For a moment his body was motionless as molecules adjusted to physcial form again.

Flash groaned for a moment, realizing that he was indeed alive. The Omni engineer seemed to be satisfied with his work and packed up his things. Flash, now standing on his feet struggled to regain his balance. Resetting his HUD showed an incorrect chronometer time which when updated adjusted for nearly 10 months of lost time!

Flash stood in shock at the loss of time only able to mutter "my god..." while passers by stared but quickly dismissed him as a newcomer to town after his first whompa trip.

His stomach was queezy and his skin ached from head to toe. He opened up his medical kit and came himself a health infusion which seemed to help.

Flash reset his cranial comm relay and hoped that RUR and everyone working there had not left town. He realized he's going to have a lot of explaining to do.