As an image begins to come into focus before me, I realise that I've just woken up from a slumber that I don't remember taking. I'm slumped on a hard iron bench in what I quickly identify as the city train station. How in the hell did I end up here? My head is banging, but I manage to piece together some basic details. My name is Ulrich Jones, and I'm a carpenter originally from Brooklyn. I moved to Pittsburgh a few years back to be with my childhood sweetheart Laura. We probably would have had a long and happy life, if that 'miracle drug' hadn't buggered everything up. As I stare around the room, I realise that I'm not alone.