As Zack woke up, he felt the blinding pain inside his head, which caused him to lose his breath. He stood up, waiting to catch his breath, but he was at a loss for oxygen. Almost instantly he collapsed on the floor, passing out. If it wasn’t for the wooden floor, his neighbor wouldn’t have heard him fall, he would have died then and there.

When Zack opened his eyes, he suddenly realized that he was b eing transported to an unidentified location. While he lied helplessly strapped into the gurney, Zack knew that he wasn’t going to die because he had done nothing to deserve that fate, and so he just stood there sucking the oxygen that was provided from the mask that was on his mouth and nose. Well, he hoped it was oxygen.

The four men brought him into a warehouse, closing the two metal six feet doors behind them. Screaming for help was not an option, and so Zack saved his breath.

A couple minutes of dragging the gurney behind them finally paid off, when they approached a medical table, which had a jar, filled with water and a brain. “Gentlemen, this will get messy.” Zack heard one of the men, the leader, respond in a happy tone.

When they placed the gurney next to the table, one of the men took off Zack’s oxygen mask off, and threw it on the floor to his right. That sort of behavior just proved to Zack that they weren’t licensed to do what he thought was going to be preformed.

“Wait, are you guys telling me that you’re gonna perform a brain transplant on me?” Zack asked as calmly as possible. “We didn’t say that, but yeah, that pretty much sums it all up. Besides, from what we’ve seen, you weren’t going to live much longer anyway. You know, due to your “condition.” Another henchman said.

Since Zack knew he couldn’t convince the men otherwise, since, they did have a point, he asked the second-most obvious question that needed to be asked. “Whose brain is that?” A third man in the group looked at his partners, and when they gave him the thumbs-up, he looked down, into the eyes of a thirty-year old man, and asked, “Have you heard of Jack? Jack The Ripper?”

After the operation was successfully completed, the four men backed up, giving the patient ample space to breathe and live. A couple of minutes went by, but the patient was still strangely limp. The men quickly looked at the machines attached to his body, but they seemed to be working properly, showing that his heart was normally pumping. All of the signs led to a healthy man, but his rigid body showed otherwise. And then there was movement.