“I’m sure you have a lot of questions, for which I have answers. Right now, I need to get you out of here.”

The pair made their way to the roof where a contraption that looked like a cross between a car and a helicopter waited.

“What is that thing?,” asked Alex

“Escape now, questions later.”

The city crumbled under them as they took off. More flashes came, followed by explosions, and the groan of steel and concrete succumbing to gravity.

They flew for hours and saw nothing but water and sky, until a silver blur appeared in the distance. The blur turned into a vortex.

“Who are you?”, Alex asked.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Reginald, and I’ve been sent to bring you back.”

“Back? To where?”

“Oh, you’ll remember when we go through. The amnesia is by design.”