My tiredness crept up on me, my eyes began feeling heavy as I stared out over the city. There was so much to think about as I opened my journal and flicked through the pages. Looking back over my previous entries there is so much that I don’t know and all I could think about was the fact that the person who has asked Shadowtask to find me knows who I am. My eyes got heavier as I looked over Solai, until it almost felt like I was being forced to sleep. I lay down on my bed and stared at the ceiling, listening carefully to the faint sounds of the busy city below me as the rainfall tapped rhythmically on the window. Eventually I fell asleep, what followed was a vivid dream, the first dream I’ve had since this all began: I was alone on a suspension bridge that connected the main land to the city of Solai, it's the same bridge that I crossed to get into this city. I approached my bike on foot as I placed my helmet on my head, my bike was already running with the engine ticking over in neutral. As I sat down I gave the bike a few rev's, it was at this point that I saw myself briefly in third person with a clear view of the sun setting behind the buildings of Solai. I lifted my visor up as I breathed in the salty air being blown over the bridge from the water that surrounded the city. Looking ahead I felt elated, and in my dream I had forgotten all about my life as it is now. The uncertainty and confusion I have felt everyday was at this moment non-existent and all I felt was an eagerness to drive and a desire to speed as fast as I could into the city. With the roads clear ahead of me I flipped my visor down as I kicked my bike into first gear and sped towards Solai. The city approached quickly as I accelerated fast, shifting through the gears, with each shift pumping a stream of adrenaline through my veins as the structures around me became a blur of color. I reached the city within 30 seconds, exiting the bridge as I joined onto a highway that looked as though it cut right through the centre of Solai. The traffic became dense, with each of the three lanes on the highway containing multiple vehicles I weaved in between the lanes effortlessly, slipping through the smallest gaps as the sound of my bike engine screamed, it felt incredible.
I took the first exit I saw and made my way down a slip road onto the city streets. The streets were busy; the foot traffic was heavy and densely populated with people, the faces of which I could not see. The city was alive and buzzing with an energy that was almost intoxicating, the rain soaked roads reflected the neon lights from the surrounding buildings creating a colorful tarmac ambiance. In my dream I knew this place like the back of my hand, I remember thinking to myself “Take a right here, left up ahead” as I took shortcuts through alleyways and threaded my way through the city traffic. In my head I had already mapped out a course throughout the city with one goal in mind, to heighten that feeling of adrenaline and excitement that I only seemed to feel when I drove as fast as I could.
It’s 6:18am now, I’ve been awake for the past 15 minutes thinking about what I had just experienced. The rush that I felt whilst dreaming stayed with me when I first woke up, I felt elated and excited, feelings that I have not felt since I can remember. Like an idiot I left my bike on the road side in the middle of Solai as I chased Caine on foot, and although I have the keys in my pocket my guess is someone will have wheeled it away by now. Whats crazy is a that few hours ago I wasn’t even thinking about the fact I left it behind, but after that dream I feel attached to it. It makes sense, it’s been the only thing that I’ve had by my side since the beginning of all this shit, it would be strange if I didn’t feel some kind of connection to it. Plus, It’s obvious that my history with that bike extends beyond what I can remember, who knows what we’ve been through together. I should ask Data to search for my motorcycle using the city's surveillance cameras or something, if he’s the ‘genius’ Caine says he is then that should be easy, right? Once I’ve shown him my journal I’ll ask him about finding my bike.