Chris Redfield's blue eyes slowly opened, cringing from the extremely brightness of the... sun? He sat up quickly, just noticing the ground beneath him was sand. Wait... sand? He looked down. Sure enough, it was. After looking around, he found himself in his swimming trunks... at the beach. How was that possible? He and Claire had just infiltrated one of Umbrella's labs, and they were going to destroy it.

"Claire!" he looked around once more, frantically this time. Where was his sister? Had Umbrella and the infections only been a nightmare? No. It was real... it had to have been. He had the scars to prove it! But when he looked... there were none. No trace of any battlescars. "But... I was sure it was real..."

"You're finally awake, Sleepy Head," a playful voice called to him from behind. Chris glanced back to see his sister in a black, two piece bathing suit, and holding hot dogs. "I was wondering when you'd wake up." she moved around and sat beside him, handing him a hot dog. "You ok? You look like somethin's buggin you."

"No... I'm ok..." he took it, looking at her and smiling. It had only been a dream... a really, really bad dream. This was how it was, and is, supposed to be...

"Pathetic, isn't it... how he takes to a fictional world of peace..." A man in a white lab coat said to a man standing beside him. They stood inside a lab room, in front of a glass cylinder with a man sleeping inside it. He was hooked up to numerous wires, which was connected to computers. It was Chris Redfield.

"Indeed. He wishes Umbrella never existed... so much that he believes even the slightest suggestion it doesn't," the other responded, with a smirk. He stared at the dreaming Chris with his reptile-like redyellow eyes, grinning darkly. "Little did he know that this wasn't an Umbrella building... I will so enjoy seeing him mentally suffer... having to watch his sister be killed in his mind... over and over again... before I decide to let him watch it in reality..."

"What is to be done with the girl beforehand?" the scientist asked, looking to him a little.

"I will handle her. Don't start the next sequence without me... I don't want to miss a thing..." he laughed as he started for the door, taking sunglasses out of his pocket.

"Yes Sir, Mr. Wesker..."

"Thank you..." The man slipped his sunglasses on before leaving the room.