[ WP ] You wake up one morning and notice a scar on you from chest to belly button . You have no idea how it got there as you went to sleep without it . The scar is completely healed and looks aged .

`` So, Mr. Huber, what did you want me to look at?'' 
 
 I sat in the doctor's office, contemplating the morning I had. 
 
 I woke up in my bed at exact 7:15, just like any normal day. I yawned, stretched my arms, and dragged myself out of the linen sheets. Just like any morning, I walked outside, picked up the paper, and walked back to the washroom to brush my teeth. Yet, something was different this time. As I spat in the sink and rinsed, I felt a nagging itch down the center of chest. I slowly lifted the cotton shirt over my head. 
 
 *PFFFFFT* 
 
 The Listerine from my spit take slowly dripped down the bathroom mirror. I looked down at my chest. 
 
 There was a perfectly straight scar down to the belly button. At first, I thought maybe someone had stolen my organs, perhaps a lung. But that idea was quickly discarded as ludicrous. 
 
 And now, here I was, in Dr. Bernstein's office. I silently wondered if I was in the right place, or if I should be headed to either the ER or the Police precinct. Dr. Bernstein's voice snapped me back to reality. 
 
 `` Mr. Huber.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, what? Sorry about that.'' 
 
 `` I asked why you were here.'' 
 
 I took off my shirt and watched the shift in the physician's eyes. 
 
 `` You did n't get any surgery without telling me, did you?'' 
 
 `` Of course not, I woke up like this this morning. I was hoping you could tell me what the hell this is.'' 
 
 His look shifted from one of surprise to one of curiosity. 
 
 `` Would you mind laying down on the table, Mr. Huber?'' 
 
 I laid down on the table, as he took out some tools. He started with a very routine checkup, working with his stethoscope and checking my pupils. I closed my eyes, as I could feel him moving on in the examination, poking and prodding at my scar. I could feel his eyes examining it. 
 
 `` I'm going to go outside and make a quick call Mr. Huber. I'll be right back.'' 
 
 I laid on the table, awaiting the doctor's return. What could he possibly say? Who could he possibly be calling? What the hell was up with this scar? 
 
 `` Mr. Huber.'' he said, in a very doctoral fashion. `` I have some good news and some bad news.'' 
 
 I looked at him, awaiting the diagnosis. 
 
 `` The good news is that you appear to be a perfectly healthy human being. 
 
 `` The bad news,'' he paused, struggling to keep his composure. `` The scar, it was n't opened normally, from the outside-in like during surgery. 
 
 It was opened from the inside.''
