I awoke in a dark room, the only light gray. I must of said to myself three times, shaking over, who the hell is Leon Trotsky. So I went over to the corner of the room and realized I was searching for a laptop that doesn't exist.

It began to dawn on me that I'm stepping on concrete. The door outside made the room look like an oven, a primitive cave opening of the sorts... what a cruel joke.

The ladies outside were in some sort of tom-boyish clothing; I must of left the gun inside because, well, it's all a dream and who carries a gun in Vienna, 1913. Apparently, I must be the only gentleman here.

Bang, I heard a person fall that wasn't me. Voices echoed in my head that I couldn't discern. I looked back from where I came but the warehouse wasn't there. Someone noticed my clothing and cried, soldiers came and kicked my knee, now I really hear a person fall.

Now the reader might find this weird. Once I was dragged a distance by two soldiers, each carrying a shoulder, I saw three man standing in front of a tall unfinished outline of a building. A soldier dragged what seemed like the fallen person I just heard (the motions was in such close proximity from where I heard the body fall) and set up wow, an ancient camera.

There's no time, I regain consciousness and took the gun from my dear soldier's buckle. Three bearded men fell in the lake that day and I'm glad I'm not one of them.

I screamed, let me out of here, I'm not a killer, I just want to see my kids again. But by then no one heard me, and bang.

I woke up again, voices in my head. Voices outside and I hear my wife in the bathroom tidying up. I went in to make sure, I loved my wife. So what struck me down in horror, was the sight of my wife writing a letter.