The hate and anger was building inside him.  It was almost beyond his control, if he could only break out of those restraints, he would have put his hands around the man's neck and squeeze the life out of him. 

 "You look tense Doctor.  I promise you, this will be a far more pleasant experience if you relax."  The man stood above Doctor L. Morgan, tapping the needle at the end of the syringe he carried.  The syringe was filled with a bright glowing green solution.  A few drops fell from the tip of the needle and on to the arm of the chair that Morgan was strapped into.

"Don't worry Doctor, one day you will thank me for this."

"You can't do this, this isn't what I signed up for!  You better hope I get out of here because the first thing I'm gonna do...."

The man jabbed the needle into the Doctor's arm.

 "****!  I'm gonna kill you!  You're not going to get away with this!"

The man ignored him, showing no change in emotion, he set the syringe on a table next to him.

"Good night Doctor.  Sleep well."

The doctor could no longer keep focus, his arms relaxed, his eye lids grow heavy, and he could no longer stay alert.  He couldn't even think, his mind was clear as though being erased of everything that had happened.

The last thing that Morgan heard was the foot steps of Dr. Edwards, leaving the room, and soon he could no longer hear anything.

Morgan woke up to find himself in an unfamilar surrounding.  He lay face flat on the concrete of a dark alleyway.  He slowly stood up and could already tell that something was terribly wrong.  He tried to recall what recently happened, but could remember nothing.  He still knew what he did and who he was, but could remember nothing of the whole experience at the faciallity he was being held at and experiemented on.

The sound of a siren seemed to feel the sky above him and a bright spot light shined down on him.

"Please show some identification!  You are in a restricted area!"

Morgan looked up to what looked to be a flying police car.  Morgan had never seen anything like it.  Something was diffenately different.  How long had he been out for?

Morgan checked his pockets, didn't have his wallet but found a small circular disk, encapsulated in a clear blue rectangular case and a cell phone.

"On your knees and hands behind your head!" Morgan heard over the loud speaker of the flying police car.  He was scared and was trying to decided if he should run or let the police take him.  He had to know what happened to him first and so he made a run for it.

The police car's siren was blarring above him.  Morgan turned an alley but the car stayed right with him.  Morgan turned another corner and slid himself behind a dumpster.  

"You're in vailation of code B1278, you are to come out immediately and surrendar, you have 10 seconds before neccacerry action is taken.  !0....9....."

Morgan was stuck, they tracked him too well to try and lose them.  Morgan was then distracted by the beeping sound of his watch.  He looked at his watch, the first thing he noticed was the date.  12/01/2088  How was it possible!  He was 100 years from the time he knew, 1988.  So much had changed and he couldn't remember anything.  he should have been dead by now. 

"5... 4...."  Morgan looked back at his watch, an small indicator blinked off and on to hit a button on his watch.  

"2.... 1...."  Morgan pressed the button in hopes that it would be some kind of way to excape this situation.