As you near the two Police droids, one reaches out and tightly pinches one of your nerves, and everything fades to black. — You awaken under a white light. You sit up to see chrome, chrome all around you, inside of a small cubicle-like room. It is devoid of any furniture, other than the one ceiling lamp in the center of the room. There are no windows, and it seems to have no doors. You are in... Garbs, an orange onesie criminals wear in prison. Is this prison? "So you've awakened," a male voice suddenly emanates from inside the walls, though it isn't muffled, but quite clear. "You needed that long sleep after all of that... [i]Train-crashing[/i]... Now, I'd like to ask you a few questions about that."