The Third Phase

"Where am I?" I ask sitting up on the firm bed.

"It's OK. Your in good hands." A tall middle aged man says in a deep voice in my direction. I look around, seeing nothing more then a window and some hospital equipment.

"D-dad? What's going on?" I say as I struggle to sit up. I fall back, due to exhaustion. The rooms lighting becomes dim, as the tall figure approaches my bed side.

"This is just phase one. Save your energy for the third phase."

And all of the sudden, it all comes back to me. The house, Jada, my mom.