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Michael Vaughn was flying. His body felt weightless as he gradually regained some semblance of wakefulness. One eyelid fluttered open, the other lagging behind. He felt as if he had been asleep for years, and memories of how he had gotten that way would not come. He seemed to remember a flash of a dream, which featured someone who looked a lot like Sydney. But the face in his blurry dream did not belong to Sydney, and neither did the voice. A distant echo of it sounded in the far-off recesses of his straining mind, and he shivered with dread. Not yet having put the pieces together, he was still unaware of his surroundings, but very much aware of a possible threat. He tried to be inconspicuous as he raised his head slightly to get a better view of things around him. It didn't work.
"Ah... I see our young agent friend is waking up," a male accented voice said from somewhere behind him. "Should I give him another injection, Madame?"
"Not yet," another voice responded. It was her! The voice from his dream! He craned his neck to get a better look at the source of the mysterious voice, but he couldn't see very well yet, and was rewarded with lots of bright spots. A low chuckle found its way to his ears, followed by, "What is your name, young man?"
He couldn't have replied if he had wanted to, because of the vast desert that was his throat. He knew he needed water, but for some reason, didn't want any. Frustrated, he decided not to think any more until his muddled memory got a little clearer. Instead, he looked to his right to find a window. He appeared to be in a car, or more likely, a van. As the vehicle pulled to a brief stop, Vaughn read two American signs he could see through the tiny square of glass. They probably hadn't wanted him to do that, because the next thing he felt was a thin needle plunging into the skin of his arm. As he fought to keep his eyes open for what felt like the tenth time that day, he was startled by a sudden thought that popped into his head. "Where's Sydney?" Then, he gave in to the dark oblivion.