*The group walks through the portal and a new memory shimmers into the room, creating some sort of laboratory. Three surgeons operate on a man laying on a metal table, strapping him down and injecting various foul-colored liquids. The man struggles on the plateau, spazzing in pain as the chemicals flow through his system. After a few minutes he ceases his movement and lies still, not breathing. The body lays motionless until it rapidly jerks up and grips one of the scientists throats, choking him to death. The other two step back in horror as their coworker drops lifeless to the floor. The man then continues, grabbing a scalpel and stabbing the now dead scientist. The frenzied figure then looks up at the other two with a menacing grin, and before long, all three surgeons are dead, killed in revolting but admittedly creative ways. The subject then stands up and walks out the door, still gripping the bloodied scalpel.
Solokov narrates the event once more, tension in his voice, "They did these experiments for weeks, months, years which I would never get back. As soon as they injected that filthy swill into me, I felt like I had a fever. I was shivering like it was cold, but was sweating like it was sweltering at the same time. My body spazzed and shuddered, threatening to give out. When my heart stopped, I could feel myself floating on the edge of consciousness. Once I came back, all sense came rushing through my head. These bastards put me though hell, and I'd send them there myself. 'Help, anybody! Please have mercy!' They screamed, but I would give them no such solace."*