""Ugh... Where am I?""

Though foggy, voices came to the midst.

"Wow! She's Getting Up! Everybody Get Back!" Barry backed up suddenly, bumping into Brad.

"I-I don't like this! W-Where did it come from?!" Tears flooded the man's eyes as he ducked behind Barry.

"It's a She (maybe) Brad,, duh.. Jill,, stop poking it.." Enrico took the pen out of the pale hand.

"Chriss, What should we doo?" The brunette lady inquired, looking towards the ex-air force member.

He was too focused on waking Wesker up instead of wondering where that... Thing, came from. If their Captain didn't wake up, they would have to take him to the Raccoon city hospital. Chris stroked the blonde hair out of his Superior's face. The stuck up captain looked so peaceful asleep, but the brown haired male would much rather have the "nose in the air" Wesker than the sleeping (maybe dead) one. To get that Wesker back, Chris needed answers.

The male marched over to the figure on the ground and jerked it into a standing position.

"How do I wake him up?" A growl flew into the air, threatening everything in it's path.

""Gah, the hell? Where am I?"" The figure shook it's head. ""... Chris Redfield?""

"Yes, that's me! Tell me how to wake him up!"

Everything seemed... De javu-y?

Wait...

This had happened before. Suddenly, thoughts flooded the figure's mind.

""I already woke him up! What are you talking about?!"" It yelled.

"Aree you sure about thatt?" Jill raised her eyebrow.

"Yeah,, the captain looks,," Enrico walked over to Wesker and lifted the sleeping one's hand, dropping it back onto the desk. "Asleep.."

""What are you guys talking about? I just woke him... Up..."" It was then that realization hit.

This all HAD happened before.

""Wait a minute..."" It scratched the white head. ""Wekser, wake up now.""

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" The blonde head shot up like a lightning bolt. "ALPH-" The speech was stopped as soon as the older man looked around. "W-what happened? Who are you? Where am I? Where's Chris?"

The named male began to run to fling himself upon the captain, but was stopped when something grabbed him.

""CHRIS NO!"" With a jerk, the brunnete was flung backwards and away from Albert.

"What the hell are you DOING?!" Chris roared.

""Everybody stay away and let me explain!"" The hand that slapped with enormous force against the reddening white face was definently earned.

"Wesker poo!"

"Chrissy pie!"