As I float effortlessly waiting to die, a heavy burden is lifted off my shoulders. A soldier without a war, a pilot without a ship. A Man with one leg. I remember all the people I killed, and all the lies I was fed. I swim to shore and set my leg. My plane does not sink. I wait on the island. I swim to my ship, attach ropes and pull with each memory of life I've taken. I repair her....Good as new. They will remember me...I'll make them pay. They will never catch me...
That was the dream I had before this 'Scab' pulled me out of the water. Now it's his word against mine. I can see his hesitance with every gesture. You'll make my dream a reality..."Doctor".