Snippet #1089406

Masaharu struggled to free his hands and feet as a man approached him with red hot tongs from the fires of the forge. "This is the end for you!" The man brought the tongs close to his leg, the fabric burning away on contact.

"No not my leg!" he cried out, waking up just as the tongs grasped his knee. He glanced around, blinking, as he forgot he was on a plane. He chuckled then lowered his head, seeing a hand on his leg. 'That's what caused me to dream,' he thought. He took in a breath and looked out the window, the sea now visible. His legs were beginning to stiffen up so he unbuckled the seatbelt and stood up. "I'm going to the facility right quick. I'll be back." He eased himself into the aisle and walked to the back of the plane, opening a door and walking in. "Man. What a dream." He looked in the small mirror and rubbed his eyes. He turned the water faucet on and splashed water on his face then dried it off. His hands were shaking a bit after the vision and he breathed steadily to slow them. Lowering the toilet seat, he sat on it and put his head in his hands, his mind replaying the events of the last couple days.