Vernon could not keep the nightmares away, they came to him, and flocked to the golden equine like carron birds on a corpse, the mental scars inflicted were severe, and every time he closed his eyes.<br/>He was back in the test tube, liquid all around him, a doctor tapping on the glass and scribbling somthing. He pressed against the glass, pounded against it, the hose down his throat forcing air into his lungs, food into his stomach. Then the horrors began, needles, injectors, making him feel things he didn't want to, love, rage, pain, joy, the needles jabbed at him, twisting his emotions, testing him, playing with him. The doctor's twisted face he knew too well, she was Jonia Skipe, the worst of the worst. at least in his eyes.<br/>Cold metal between his legs, be could not see but it hurt, it always hurt, as she pumped him full of euphorics trying to make him enjoy it.<br/>He hit the glass, banging on it, as she just laughed, a needle slammed into the back of his head, forcing sorrow into him, he did not stop.<br/>finally the glass cracked, he broke loose, just as he had before, as it shattered, and he fell foreward into blank space he woke up.<br/>The sun was rising spreading it's first warm rays into the cave, it was dark farther in, but vernon stood up, placing jack's head softly on the ground. He walked to the enterance of the cave putting a hand around the rim of it and standing there, letting his golden body be bathed in the first light he had seen as a free man. it felt warm, inviting, Vernon stood there for a moment thinking.