It was all black. Nothing to see. I was a bit bored, but I was still scared. I don’t even know why. Well, probably the fact that I could be dead. Or that I don’t know where I am. I didn’t know where I was before, but at least I could see then. A few minutes later, I could feel all over my body. I ached with every move I made, but I still couldn’t see. Was I alive? If I was, then why couldn’t I see? Then the thought occurred to me, was I blind? Fear overwhelmed me, but then, light. Light? Could I see? Then, I could! I could see! I could see…… tubes? Tubes, wires, blood bags, pill bottles, and needles were just laying all over the place. Where was I? I tried to turn my head, but then I was stopped by the mass amounts of pain, even worse than a normal migrain. I felt my brain pounding against my skull, the want to scream was powerful, but I stood against that power. I managed to turn my head to see that I had an IV connected to my arm. I followed the tube to see I was connected to a blood bag. But the blood had a strange metallic look to it, and it wasn’t red, like normal blood, but a blackish color. It did frighten me, but I didn’t bother to disconnect myself from it. I was asleep so long that most of the strang blood was already in my system. Then, I fought to turn my head, and to my horror, I found a device implanted in my arm. I was terrified, yet I didn’t move. I wouldn’t dare touch it. It was small, small enough for a flash drive, but why was it there? Many questions went through my head, and there was no answer for any of them. I was scared. That is all there is to it. I looked away and pulled my head up, just a tiny bit, to see only cabinets and more needles, and empty blood bags, and ect. But this time, I saw a see through container with a flash drive, and on the bottom of that container, there was cotton, and it was carefully placed, and on the side of the container was a lock pad. Why would there just be one flash drive in that container, safely placed and with a lock pad? I was confused and not sure what to do. So, I surprised myself, by trying to get up. It took a dozen tries, but I finally managed to sit up. My head felt really heavy and my feet were numb, but I managed to get off the table in which I had laid. I stumbled towards the surface where the container was. I wanted to see what was on that flash drive. There was, conveniently, a computer in the corner of the room. I looked over the container, but I wasn’t sure what to do. I decided I would just start typing in numbers. I looked around and saw the four numbers 765984 on a sticky note on the computer. I entered the four numbers, and the containers lock pad said ‘ERROR’. I looked around again, and I saw the numbers 268517 on a slip of paper on the same surface. I entered the numbers, and it also said ‘ERROR’. What number could it be? Then, I saw four numbers. Not on paper, but in my mind. Four numbers flashed in my mind. 091802. I entered the numbers, and it said ‘CORRECT’. But there is one thing that bothers me most. Those numbers were the month, day, and year of my birth. Why would the password of this small container, which holds a small flash drive, be the date of my birth?