I had lost a day of my life. One moment I was on my way to her place and the next, I'm naked on the floor of my lounge and I'm covered in scars.

I got up and looked in the mirror and found that I'd a full head of hair and it was honey blonde. I'd not been that colour since I was ten! I'd lost my pot belly and a certain part seemed to be fifty percent longer and doubled in width.

A strange phrase kept running round my head, it was meaningless. "Mea Morphic is so sorry, but we've made it up to you."
 
In sheer frustration I lightly punched the door. My fist when straight through it.

I could see clearly without glasses and I could hear so much, conversations, traffic , aeroplanes, my head was full of noise.

I'd jumped in sheer anger and headed the ceiling, cracking the plaster.

I quickly dressed , I say quickly I tore several shirts and destroyed a pair of trousers before I realised that I had some sort of super-strength. All I could think of doing was to go to her place. I just felt that she might might somehow have some answers.

I walked to her place carefully avoiding bumping into people, I seemed to walk so fast, I sort of bounded and people stared at me strangely. When I arrived I was surprised to find the street was full of Police. I sped up and they seemed to ignore me, It was as though they couldn't see me!

The door was open and I slowed down and tip-toed in. Her place was wrecked, had I done it? I looked at her and pleaded, "Please help me, what's happened?"