Images and sounds flooded my mind. I saw flashes of people, armies. A boy in a green hat, assassins in strange clothing, a voice.

The voice.

It was soft and sweet, angelic maybe. It was singing. I couldn't see who was singing, but I knew she was behind me.

More images cut through my mind like a tempered blade. An old man bleeding out, women weeping, and a golden triangle.

Then they were gone.

I was lying down, staring at a ceiling. For a moment the world was too bright, and all sound turned to white noise. Where am I?

"Mr. Miles," a voice said. It wasn't the voice I was hearing before. It was hard, not soft, yet just as elegant.

I sat up, a little too quickly, and the blood rushed to my head. I took note of my surroundings. I was lying on some kind of metal bed with pulsating lights. The room looked partway between an office and a laboratory. The hum of the air conditioning harmonized with the buzzing of the lights.

"Mr. Miles," the voice said again. I turned around and saw its owner. He was an old man in a lab coat, his orange hair decorated with shocks of grey. "Do you know where you are?"

I didn't. I just said the first thing that came to mind. "Hyrule." Of course I was in Hyrule.

"Very astute," he replied with a soft smile. "More pertinent than where, do you know when you are?"

I was taken aback by his question. "Wha- what do you mean?"

He smiled again and scribbled something onto his clipboard. "Do you remember how you got here?"

"No," I replied. My thoughts were all jumbled together. "What is this place?"

"This is the Spirit Temple, or at least it was a few centuries ago," he explained. "My name is Dr. Agahnim, and I'm a researcher here studying ancient Gerudo culture."

I just nodded my head. I recalled that the oasis where the Spirit Temple once was had been the site of a new city a few years ago. In my history classes I'd learned that the Gerudo were driven to extinction by the Hylians centuries ago.

"You volunteered to be a part of the Ocarina Project."

I started coming back to me. "Right, the memories thing." That had sounded smarter in my head.

"Correct," Dr. Agahnim replied. "The Ocarina Project uses genetic memories to view history through the eyes of those who made it." I could tell he rehearsed this little speech. "Your genes, in specific, belong to a boy who knew the Hero of Time. We believe the actions of your ancestor directly correlate to the destruction of the Gerudo. Remember?"

I remembered. I also remembered that it was forty rupees an hour. "So what happened?" I asked. "Did the machine not work?"

"The Ocarina? No it worked just fine, we just put you in the wrong memory," he explained. "You didn't synchronize well enough with your ancestor, so we'll need to bump you back to a point when you and he share a state of mind."

"Uh huh," I replied, not really sure what to say to that. It was all Minish to me.

"Confused?" he asked, with a smile.

"A bit," I said.

"Good. Lie back. I'm going to send you to a time when your ancestor was confused, not too long before the memory we're trying to view."

I lied back down on the metallic surface. A screen rolled over my eyes. I was looking at a strand of DNA. One section of it glowed golden, and suddenly I lost consciousness. It felt like I was falling asleep, but I could still process my thoughts.

"You're in," Dr. Agahnim said.