It felt like I was falling down a glass tunnel. I could see glimpses of my life, flash across it's mirror-like surface.

It was as if my life was playing before my eyes but in a reverse model.

I could see the incident with Beck, my moments with Ryan, the days spent before that, me getting kidnapped, my first meeting with Ryan, my struggles with my dad, my miserable college life, followed by my school days. It kept going back and back till I saw myself as a baby in my dad's arm, in the same cave where he was murdered.

And the moment that flashed after that were those...