Winter opened her eyes, staring blankly into the white ceiling. She tried moving her hands, but nothing moved. It felt empty. The nurse jumped at her awakening, flicking the rapid cell regenerator’s switch behind the bed. “Oh, Ms. Swan, are you okay?”
Winter groaned, sitting up, “I guess…?
“Uhm, according to the psychiatrist, we’ll have to confirm the integrity of your mind. Will you answer a few questions first?” The nurse said as she tapped on a button a small cube beside her.
“Oh, err, sure.’
“Okay, okay. What’s your name?”
Winter raised a brow, “What kinds of question are these?”
The nurse pursed her lips and shrugged.
Winter sighed, “Winter Elin Swan.”
“What’s the last
