He ran, he ran, he ran like if someone was chasing him, through a brightly lit corridor, strongly reminiscent of those in the military facilities. It was cold and detached from him, and though he did not know why he was running, he kept that breakneck pace up, giving his trust to some sort of instinct that propelled him forwards. The ground made no sound as he ran, without the thudding of shoes or brushing of the sleeves of his jacket. The corridor wasn't ending...<br/>Till he found himself in a large hall, to the ends of which he could not see - they were obscured by shadow. A mass of completely still water lay before him not moving once, but it all of a sudden begun growing, flooding him, spilling around, till it swept it from his feet, in a flurry picking him up and making him spin, forcing him with its suddenly fast current to be carried through the corridor. His hands clenched around his throat, so devoid of the much-needed oxygen his lungs were...<br/><br/>Finally, exactly an hour and five minutes later, Shimada, still in the same curled-up position that he fell asleep in, awoke. His eyelids were forced open, revealing the dark grey color of his irises, sharply in contrast with his pale skin, and the mess of a purple hair on his head. He drew a sharp breath in, by instinct immediately reaching up to his neck just like in the dream, but the air here was completely breathable. Good...<br/>He's had that nightmare four times before already. Why did it just keep coming back?<br/><br/>He sighed, picking himself up, now a bit more rested than he was before. Exactly fifty minutes to eat something - or, to be exact, just grab an energy bar, force it down his throat, and hurry to the examination premises. And that was exactly what he did. With his shirt sticking out of his pants and jacket lousily unbuttoned, he entered the room, hurrying to the nearest test bed in the lab.<br/><br/>The foam was soft as it pressed down onto him, but somehow... Enforcing. Locking the lid into place, he shut his eyes, and was, without his mind even recording the exact moment of it, put to sleep by the system.<br/><br/>The familiar hangar. Now, feeling rested and energized more than on his last test, he didn't hesitate, he didn't even think about it as he begun checking the mech's systems. It sometimes happened that they were damaged... Oh, there it was. The optics were disconnected from the central systems... If he wouldn't have noticed, it would have rendered the mecha partially blind during combat. Good thing that it was nothing severe, only reconnecting a few wires. With ease, he slipped into the cockpit, which closed as he locked himself in place, the controls lighting up as the system started itself up.<br/><br/>He put his finger onto the signature reader. "Shimada Jaeger." he proclaimed quietly.<br/>"Authentication Recognized." the AI answered, shortly before he started up the routine check. All systems seemed to be in a good state...<br/>Green lights.<br/><br/>How great. He still had about fifteen minutes...