"My apologies," came a voice from the air around them. "I have to use this empty space to allow your minds to...adjust to the machine." Suddenly a woman appeared in front of them, a few inches shorter than Tom, a red dress reaching down to her feet and shoulder-length raven coloured hair. "Mertens was unaware of this, or else he would have warned you before."<br/><br/>"Who are..." Tom started wondering aloud, before he put two and two together. "You're Enigma, the machine we're plugged into, aren't you?"<br/><br/>"Correct," the woman replied. "I have found having an image to communicate with is less...disorientating than a disembodied voice. I know what you seek, and I can give you the answer, if you want."<br/><br/>"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want it," Tom said more forcefully than he intended.<br/><br/>"Just be warned," Enigma said as the image around them began to change. "I am not sure either of you are prepared for what I have found out." As their eyes adjusted to the sudden bright light Tom realised they were in a hotel room. A large window, facing out onto a rain-lashed city, dominated one wall, and in the centre was a king-sized bed with two occupants. One was a young woman with hair even greener than her eyes, the other was a man who, in spite of the passage of time, was clearly Tom. "You remember this place?" Enigma asked Tom,<br/><br/>"Of course I do," Tom replied, feeling his emotions welling up. "I see this in my nightmares, this is the last night me and Rachel were together before..." he trailled off, a thought suddenly crossing his mind. "If this is my memory, why am I seeing myself? I shouldn't be able to see this unless..."<br/><br/>"The killer accessed the machine before you," Enigma said. "I believe he was unaware I could store what I had seen in my memories. This is one of many crimes of his I have stored within my systems."<br/><br/>"Show me him," Tom said, feeling angry. "Show me the bastard who did this." Suddenly they moved slightly, the spot they had been stood in now occupied by a tall figure in a leather jacket, a helmet covered in a skull image covering his face. Enigma waved a hand and the figure suddenly moved, walking over to Rachel's side of the bed, pulling a gun from his holster and firing two bullets into her chest, to a loud whimper from Tom. The figure then moved around to Tom's side, bending down and removing his helmet, to reveal a man about Tom's age but balding, his face covered in scars.<br/><br/>"Consider this revenge for my father Tom," the man said to the sleeping figure. "You ruined my life, now I've ruined yours, but don't worry, you'll see me again soon enough." With that the man stood back up and turned to face them.<br/><br/>"Stop this," Tom said, Enigma waving her hand again as the scene fell still. "No, that can't be him, he died six years ago, he CAN'T have been here."<br/><br/>"I cannot fabricate images out of thin air Tom," Enigma replied. "He was there, this is his memory. Who is he?"<br/><br/>"Someone whose father nearly destroyed me," Tom said, barely controlling the tears welling in his eyes. "His name is Leon Weskia."