When Sam woke up, he was not in Cleveland anymore. He was strapped down on a table. All he could see were bright lights and the occasional lithe shadowy figure whose fingers were like scalpels making random but clinical incisions to his body. Sam being a medic in the army knew these incisions were designed to remove things, like kidneys, lungs, and his heart." His army training snapped in

“McMorris, Samuel. Rank Specialist, Serial number ….” He repeated this for several minutes until the lights dimmed and the lithe figure spoke.

“Not anymore my Scarecrow healer.” The hand reached into the one of the incisions and ripped out his kidney. It didn’t hurt at all. Sam didn’t feel numb from anesthetic either. He replaced the kidney with straw, like a scarecrow. This was doubly interesting as Sam spent these recent nights hunting monsters as a member of the Scarecrow, a group of like minded people fighting to keep the nights safe.

Then came the removal of his heart. Wait wasn’t that the tin man?