He was soaking wet, his clothes clinging uncomfortably to his body as he walked. He shivered as the rain beat down. He had trodden this path many nights before. He knew he should turn back and yet something about that place compelled him to drive forward. The trees loomed over him like dark specters, their branches like fingers reaching out to grasp him, to ensnare him. It wasn't long before he reached the courtyard and his nervousness increased. The path was lined with damaged statues, making him feel like Jason of Argos walking to face Medusa the Gorgon who had turned his allies to stone. Finally he reached the too familiar door, opening it and stepping through. This time he didn't turn around when he heard the door creaking shut behind him...<br/><br/>Eddie's dream faded and he found himself staring blankly at the ceiling. He began to count under his breath. "Five. Four. Three. Two. One." A frantic guitar, slightly tinny and muffled, started blaring from the bedside table. This was closely followed by the voice of Lemmy crying "The Ace of Spades, The Ace of Spades" in his ear. He reached out a hand and grabbed the vibrating cellphone, clicking the 'dismiss' button on the screen with his thumb. He always woke five seconds before his alarm went off. Eddie probably didn't need to set the alarm on his mobile, but he did so just in case Murphy's law kicked in and the one time he didn't set it would be the one time he didn't wake up on time.<br/><br/>Slinging his naked body out of bed he moved into the kitchen and made himself a strong, black coffee before showering and getting dressed. As usual Eddie skipped breakfast. He was putting on his jacket as he left the house, simultaneously hitting the button on his key fob that opened his garage door. Inside sat a Harley. Mounting the metal machine he kick started her before donning helmet and riding off toward the laboratory that had been his place of work for the past year.