a transport vehicle with the letters M.R.I. passed through local new york. Inside of it seems to be am ice sculpture chained to a metallic examining bed. The area around him was empty all except the open doorway heading towards the two guards sent to make sure their cargo got into the next holding facility. The man driving speaks to the passenger. " well we are almost here." The passenger then replies as he looks to the driver" well you know I hear that his brother was sent to the same holding facility." Meanwhile the ice sculpture suddenly had blue glowing eyes. The table below it began freezing inch by inch to the point that the entire vehicle including the two guards were encased in ice.