
He felt lost. He couldn't remember anything. He didn't know the stranger that came to his bed and kissed his cheek. He only knew he was in pain and something was missing. Memories. Averill had no memories; not from childhood, not from adolescent years, not anything. He didn't know what to do with his life, didn't know how to live it. Some kind lady directed him home, and there he stayed, alone with nothing.
Will finish later.
Adopted from Jodie