3.

The next time he wakes, he's back in a bed. He's back in the cold, dark room, back where the Cylons always keep him, back where they hurt him.

But wait…

This room is different. It's warmer. Just a little brighter. The bed is softer, and he's covered with a grey blanket.

I've been here before.

He knows this place. He knows it well, knows that it's important to him.

Why can't I remember?

Where am I?

What are they doing to me?

It still hurts.

I'm still scared.

Somebody help me.

Please.