He woke up in a god damn library. He's not so sure what's more unsettling about the whole thing- the fact that he's been kidnapped, the machine he woke up in, or the desolate, all-encompassing fog stretching around them in every direction.

Ten minutes into trying to walk somewhere, he's decided it's the latter. He'd started hearing things, whispers around him coming from nowhere.

Sergreant Barnes...
...Howard!

Distant, dim things like they were a mile away but somehow right beside his ear. It got him nervous, twitchy, whirling around like he was losing his god damn mind, one second away from bolting until-

Headlights.

"Thank god," he mutters to himself, jogging over to the passenger's side, hand on the doorhandle, only to see-

not a single fucking soul in the driver's seat. He doesn't open the door, can only stare, can't seem to stop the involuntary, "What the hell?"