House, M.D. Of The Undead
Prologue
How great would it be to change the fabric of time. To travel back and alter time and space as we know it, for the greater good, of course.
He could still remember that day. So long ago, but as clear as the present. Sometimes he could force himself to forget, but eventually the memory came wandering back into his conscience, like the coming of winter. Winter. That's when it happened. The accident. What caused all of this. As much as he tried to force the memories back, he couldn't stave them off, and was soon overwhelmed with them. He wasn't strong enough to hold them back. Strong enough. If I had been careful, this could have been just a dream. Yeah. All of it, just a fragment of my subconsciousness. Now, Gregory had given in and had let the recollection of those harrowing events wash over his psyche like the tide of an ocean. He recalled everything to the slightest of details.
