on his hands and knees and looking down at the tarmac on the street. His mind is racing, consumed by fear and his head is spinning, as if drunk or drugged.

Where the hell am I? What’s going on? Calm down!… calm… calm…. Breathe! Wait… wait… This is another dream… This is a dream, I’m on the rooftop and I fell asleep… right? Right? Yeah, Mark fucking Austin and the rain. I’m asleep… but what is this?

He looks to his left and right moving just his eyes and can see that he is surrounded. The sounds of heavy breathing and damp smell tells him that they are not ordinary people however, they are drones. He has to shake his head to fight the fear that races through his body and the spins that