Prologue
This would be the last time. He had promised himself that many times before - but this would be the last time. Slowly, he drew back his sleeve to reveal a forearm ravaged by a thousand previous promises. The tube was tight above his elbow and the fluid, even now, began to create a new reality, beyond the mundane, without rhyme or reason. Most importantly, without reason. For once he was right, this was the last time.