John was walking along the mansion paths when the twister seemed to snap out of nowhere and snatch him up. Before he could more than scream, he was dropped to a floor, groaning as he hit. He rolled over and looked up, blinking as he saw several scantily dressed models, and he reached out to sense something, anything. And that was when pain slammed into his head.
He screamed and clutched his head as he rolled on the ground, unsure what was going on as years of memories, and ideas, and skills seemed to roar into his mind. Images and emotions, thoughts and experiences, all of it seemed to crowd into his mind at the same time, along with an almost buzzing.