Jack: I feel like I'm waking up from a bad dream, but as time goes by I realise I'm still in it. Storyteller: Jack gets up from the ground the sun annoys his eyes He remembers a strange sign on the suits of the perpetrators Jack: I see tiretracks from a big car It must have been that black van The firearms I saw are exclusively used by the swedish military Storyteller: So he calls his childhood friend Swedish General Fredrik Ben Jack: ...did you write all down? Please hear with your contacts around Fredrik: I've heard rumours on the base Something weird is taking place I will lay low but I'll look around Tell the cops what you've found Storyteller: Jack finds a stingmark at the end of his spine Jack:I do not see what they would want from me, Am I blind? Am I BLIND? When will I wake from this nightmare?