"I can at least promise this'll be memorable," Arne said with a half-hearted laugh as he opened the door that led into the large room. "I've never used this myself, but from what I've heard of the few who have it is...an experience you can't replicate. If you'll just take a seat..."<br/><br/>Ros sat in the chair facing the window, surprised to find it was far more comfortable than it looked. "Careful doc, we might fall asleep in this thing."<br/><br/>Arne snorted. "That wouldn't be a bad thing to be fair." He reached up, grabbing one of the helmets and lowering it towards her head. "One thing you need to remember: whatever you experience in there, they're only memories. They can't harm you or..." he trailed off, his gaze lingering on Ros for a moment, before lowering the device onto her head. "Good luck. Now, Dion, if you'll just..."<br/><br/>Ros didn't hear the rest of the sentence, her world going black for a moment. When she finally regained some form of consciousness she found herself in a darkened room, stood in a spotlight whose source she couldn't identify, with no sign of the machine, Arne or Dion around her. She stared down at her arms, her bionic arm suddenly feeling...different. "Bloody hell Arne, you weren't kidding that this thing was weird."<br/><br/>"You have no idea," came a female voice, causing Ros to spin on the spot and find herself looking into the eyes of a tall, red-haired woman in a long blue dress. "My apologies, I find it...helpful to take an appearance that will help those I am interfaced with feel more relaxed. My name is-"<br/><br/>"Enigma," Ros said, dumbstruck as the figure nodded. "Oh, Dion's going to have fun with this."