The scenes I dreamed of are surfacing one by one. I was dreaming of the island. I was fighting just like I did a while ago, just like I did together with Steve.

But the dream was about the unfold in a different way, in the worst way. My farewell to Steve... That is a reality that could've happened... if anything had gone wrong... But it didn't. We won this future. We have escaped from the island of death. It's time I forgot the nightmare. It's time I talked with Steve. The sky is bright with sunlight.

It's becoming brighter and brighter. I wonder why he doesn't turn around? Now it's too bright as if I'm in a white blanket of fog. Was it just a dream? I don't know.. I'm in a while blanket. I wonder why he doesn't turn around. Is what I believe to be reality real? The steady sound of the engine of the V-Tol has become louder and louder like the noise from a swinging axe, and I realize that I'm waking up.