Deep in the the sleeping consciousness of Edward Windsor stured as a storm of images which rattled through his brain, pictures flying by like leaves on breeze . Flashes of faces and noises somehow alien to him yet seen through his eyes kept bombarding his mind. Each dream begining and ending with a blast of bright white light, like someone showing a a movie on a bad projector. Edward wakes and for a split second the white light is still vivid in his mind he looks around his room and for that second its like all the colours where drained and he sat in a big white box. "Whats the matter with me , why cant i remember what iam seeing. " placing his feet on the floor the room lights up " Good morning Sir , the time is 5:45 am. Your alarm was set for 7 would you like to cancel?" , " Yes Jeeves cancel the alarm and call Dr Swanson of MI6 imediately." Walking over to the kicthen table Eddy starts to pour himself a tea and stares at the wall till it lights up with the face of his trusted friend Eric Swanson.
"Eric, what do you know on repressed memories/ schizophrenina and recurring nightmares" ," Thats quite a varied subject my friend your gonna have to be more specific otherwise i will be boring you till your as old as iam." a sudden angered compulsion sprang form the champion " Fine , i will fix it myself. END CALL!" Looking at himself in the mirror the champion knew he needed help he had no idea what was wrong and that these lashings out where not his normal self. Disgusted with himself the Champion started to put his armour on hoping that some time on the street and doing his job would help sooth his consciousness and clear his head of the the clogged up feeling that weighed so heavily on his mind. Walking slowly out of the apartment his figure cut a lonely sight as the sun rose casting his shadow towards the center of Champions City.
Reaching the outskirt of the main city blocks the champions communicator begain to beep " Prioirty call, any active champions please attend an armed robbery at the first national bank." Running across the blocks on the near empty streets meant Edward arrived in mere seconds. Looking through the window Edward spotted 3 armed targets at the cashiers desk with only one facing the door roughly 20 yards from it. This was a simple one he thought to himself i can close that 20 yards down before they could even blink. Dashing through the door Edward grabs and then slams the first robber down, the force of which knocks him clean out. Grabbing the other two in the blink of an eye he knocked them down also with a pair of rapid strikes to the back of the head. Suddenly alarms rang and Edward looked around himself seeing only terrified bank employees and at his feet a pile of three unconscious security guards. Looking over to his belt for his communicator he saw only the floor. Edward just stood and starred at the scene around him. Then a voice came to him "What are you little friends gonna think"