A few scientists were keeping an eye on Chris Redfield's vital signs. Their orders were to make sure that everything was more than fine. He seemed perfectly fine, trapped in the world Wesker created... just for him. It was more of a program than a dream. Claire was a program created with his sister's personality and looks, as far as Wesker knew.
Chris watched the sunset with his sister, leaning against her a little. For some reason, it felt like it had been a very long time since they went to the beach together. He didn't know why, but he missed her so much. He rested his head on his shoulder, closing his eyes. Everything was perfect. He listened to the sound of the waves against the shore. He opened his eyes and looked to her. But he couldn't help having the feeling that something was missing. He looked her over a little, then suddenly frowned, moving away from her a little.
"You're not Claire..." he stood up, backing away. He was positive it wasn't her. When Claire was little, after their parents were killed, Claire was bitten by a dog on her shoulder. It caused a large scar, that she would always hide. She was in a bathing suit that shown her shoulder. But there was absolutely no scar. He looked around, growling. So this must be the dream. Umbrella did exist... Claire did go to Raccoon City to look for him... "I have to wake up from this... I can't let them hurt Claire!"
"He's waking up!" one of the scientists watched as Chris' brain activity spiked up. They had what was going on in his mind on a screen, which Wesker would have used to watch him. The scientist looked to another. "Get Mr. Wesker!" He watched the other run off before he started to initiate the Claire Program's ability to tap into his mind and use what he knew about his sister to make Her be exactly how he knew his sister to be, to try to keep him subdued. "If he wakes up... Mr. Wesker will have our heads..." he groaned a bit.
Claire approached him, seeming worried. "What are you talking about, Chris? I am Claire... you know that..." She walked up to him, putting her arms around his neck."What's wrong? Something's bothering you... you can tell me. I'm your sister..."
Chris stared at her, looking to her shoulder again. "?" The scar was there. But he could have sworn... He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Claire... I must be overly tired..." he sighed. "Don't worry about it, Sis..." he rested his head on her shoulder, closing her eyes. What was going on with him? He probably hurt her feelings.
"It's ok, Chris. That's why we're here, isn't it? To relax. They let you take a vacation because you caught that psycho serial killer..." she smiled warmly, running her hand through his hair a little. "You've just been working yourself too hard. But we'd better get home now, it's getting dark." she pulled away and started to walk towards their house, which was on the beach.
The scientist let out a heavy sigh of relief. He had to admit. The Claire Program wasthe perfect program. It had to be.