Chapter 2

The first thing i felt was pain. It was almost as if all my limbs had been torn apart by the enormous gravitational forces and put back together again. The journey through time must have taken around eight hours, but it only seemed like a moment to me.

I slowly opened my eyes. The dark night sky. A light drizzle fell on my face.

A wave of nausea came over me and i threw up on the cracked concrete next to me. Leaning on my elbows, I stared at the floor, which was slowly becoming dark spots due to the rain and was gradually turning into a wet puddle.

My heart was pounding. The reading steiner stung my head like a migraine. something had changed. Who am i? Okabe Rintarou. Well, I remember my name. What was my mission? I am the mad scientist who would fight fate and bring chaos to the world. I hadn't forgotten that either. Perhaps my ability to remember other world lines had proven useful again and saved me from having an amnesia. But there was something else...

I looked around. The sombre silhouette of the time machine, which seemed hammered into the concrete ceiling, protruded from the floor in front of me. Long cracks ran through the massive material and a few chunks had broken out and lay here and there around the huge projectile. The demolished doors were open, I must have passed out. A dreadful sight. I stared at the scene as if in a trance, while the increasing rain soaked my clothes. Suddenly it struck me like lightning: Suzuha!

I tried to get up in panic, staggering and falling on my knees. Overwhelmed by severe dizziness, I crawled on all fours around out time machine, which was completely destroyed by the strong impact and only remotely remembered what it once looked like. "Please," I prayed silently, "She must be here." and looked desperately at the shattered case.

I had almost completely circled the metal body and my hope sunk with every pull of my arms and thrust of my legs. Then i saw a wet bundle in the dark a few meters away, the tousled hair was unmistakable. I quickly dragged myself to the passed out girl.

"Suzuha!" I shouted, "Suzuha, can you hear me?"

I turned her around and saw that her head was bleeding. A long red trail ran from her left temple to her chin. What could i do? I quickly grabbed part of my thin lab coat and tore off a piece with the last of my strength to wrap it around her wounded head. I was startled to see the white fabric slowly turn deep red.

I hugged the girl and put her in an upright position. "You have to wake up!" I pleaded in thought. "You did it on the previous world lone, you can do it here too."

Not Suzuha too. A hot tear mingled in the pounding rain that streamed down my cheeks. With furrowed eyes i looked at the face in front of me.

Her eyelids slowly opened. My tear steaked face almost turned into a happy laugh.

"Suzuha! I am so glad that you are alive. We have to go to the hospital quickly, "I managed to bring you out."

"W-where am I"? my companion stammered.

Radio kaikan. Akihabara," I replied quickly and tried to lift the injured suzuha and myself upwards, not without significant effort and balancing problems.

"Who are you?"

I suspected it. It was the choice of Steins;Gate. Suzuha har lost her memories.

"Okabe Rintarou, but that's not important right now. I'll explain everything later."

I supported my companion and slowly we moved towards the stairway of the building. I heard a siren in th distance. Maybe they'd noticed the time machine crash. We had to leave quickly.

The dark staircase kept going down, past the hated floor where everything would start and where Kurisu would lose her life.

"...what...happened?" Asked Suzuha weakly. "I don't... remember anything."

"We had an accident. Even if you don't believe me, but we went on a journey through time."

"Time... travel?" The girl murmured uncertainty.

She is strong. A fighter. Without fainting, we made it into the street. It was deep night and only a few car noises could be heard. The blurry city lights and blinking antennas on the roofs marked the buildings as huge silhouettes against the dark sky. The siren came closer.

I had to act quickly. There were no cell phones in 1975, so we had to find a phone boot. I knew the future location of one and hoped that it would already be there during this time.

No sooner had we turned into the main Street that the police cars came around th corner and stopped in front of the radio kaikan building. We found the phone booth a few hundred meters away. I frantically put in some coins and dialed the Japanese emergency number as Suzuha leaned against the glass and slowly slid to the floor.

Ten minutes later and an ambulance stopped in front of us and paramedics took care of Suzuha who had passed out in my arms again.