With a deep breath, he connected the camera to his computer. The video started with nothing unusual — the room dimly lit, machines steadily beeping along. Hours of footage showed only the rhythmic rise and fall of Michael’s chest. Dr. Mercer fast-forwarded through the quiet hours of the night, his eyes scanning the screen for anything out of the ordinary.

And then, just before dawn, something changed.The screen flickered as a shadow passed briefly over the camera’s lens. The air in the room seemed to shimmer slightly, distorting the image. Dr. Mercer’s eyes widened as he watched Michael’s hand twitch, then his eyelids flutter as if in rapid dream.

He paused, leaning back in his chair, struggling to comprehend what he was witnessing. Could Michael be regaining consciousness? But that didn’t explain the pregnancies. He resumed the video, his heart pounding louder.