"The only thing that worries me," Tim said, "is there are memories that...I would prefer the machine stays out of, and I don't get the impression Mertens has much say on how deep the machine goes into your mind."<br/><br/>"I can't promise you anything," Mertens said, walking back into the room and opening the door to the chamber. "Why don't you go into the machine first Tim? If it doesn't instantly kill you it might reassure the other two."<br/><br/>"I guess I have nothing to lose," Tim said, stepping through the door and walking to the middle chair, which was surprisingly comfortable. "Anything else you want to warn us about Doc?"<br/><br/>"It will feel very real," Mertens replied. "But be aware, these are only images, they can't harm you, you can't harm them. Good luck."<br/><br/>"Thanks," Tim said semi-sarcastically as he felt the helmet close over his head. For a few moments it was so dark he thought he had been put under and anaesthetic, but then his eyes focused, revealing he was in a mostly dark room, light only shining on where he was stood. "Professor Mertens?" he called out, but got no response. "Well, this is weird as hell."