Henry spots a girl sitting in the dark corner of the room staring at him with terrifyingly dark blank eyes.
>Henry: Wake up. Again! Start to hate these stupid dreams. > Girl: Be real, and a Floran. Ask why Henry proclaimed himself as the "Lord of No Pants" last night.
>The next thing Henry knows is that he's strapped into a hospital bed with nothing more than his birthday clothes... Time speeds to a blur as a sharp needle enters his neck.