The days events prove too much for me. Enough to ignore the senses which kept me up. Dreams swirl with reality. Fragments of my past dance in my head. It makes me so uncomfortable that I abruptly wake up. In a bed. Not where I fell asleep.

Sleep instantly fades and panic replaces it. How did I end up here? Did I lose my memory again? Did I forget everything that had happened before I fell asleep and that I was back to being amnesia boy?

It is extremely strange. Everything since I woke up on the floor is quite clear. Haze fills most of my memory, aside from the time I passed out. Like a jigsaw puzzle that has barely started and all the unused pieces are upside down and in the box.

“Wakey wakey sleeping Butthead” Mac’s cheerful and familiar voice is comforting. But a little bit too cheerful for the morning. Is it morning? Come to think of it, the lights never turn off. When I woke up the first time they talked about how much time has passed. That conversation is rumbling around in my head. Those people were scared. They don’t seem to know much. Hopefully Mac knows a little more.

He is sitting on a bed on the other side of the room. Three other people are in here with us. One man and two women. I know this. I know this like I know where my hand is even when I wasn't looking. Now that I have some of my memories back there is this sense of surrealism at this new perception.

“Hey fucker get up” the unnamed man said. He was about my height and build. Standing with his arms crossed, he seems very anxious.

“Five more minutes please and thank you” I say and roll over to face away from the group. More so I can practice my new sense than anything else. One of the women was super relaxed leaning against a wall near the door. She was more focused on the anxious guy then me. The last woman is more in between us all. Something about her posture told me she was ready to make a move if she had to, but she wasn’t in it for a fight. Like a bodyguard.

Their bodies caught my attention. Not just the women's bodies. Macs, the other guys, and mine as well. Mines not how I remember it. I was much more out of shape and Mac was overweight. Like when we were teenagers before our laziness and lack of metabolism turned our bodies to crap. Anxious guy is most likely similar. I have to do my best to not pay attention to the women’s bodies. Well maybe a little bit of focusing…. The one leaning against the wall looks in my direction.

Oh we are all covered in implants. The others had them in various parts of their body. Some are common like around the wrists and ankles. Some others are small and located in different spaces. The head, spine, legs, ect. Me and Mac had the most. It looks almost like armor on our arms and legs. With some sort of weird ass headbands.

I try to reach outside the room. The forcefield was back up and it limited my perception. Must be concerned about my current mental condition.

“We need this room and these beds. You have taken them up for long enough” the anxious guy says.

“Dude, considering what happened earlier I think he could use some rest” Mac responds.

“I don't give a damn. Dimitri needs to answer for what he did”. Mr anxious was getting even more anxious and annoying.

Just to piss him off I count to three hundred before I speak again.

“What do you mean what I did? Are you talking about killing that big evil dummy?”.

“No I don't care about Goliath, I am talking about Cindy”. Opps, This situation

distracted me from what happened with her. He is right, but something about him bugs the crap out of me.

Begrudgingly I sit up and face them. Any other action might just make matters more tense and that shouldn’t be my goal. They need me to have their full attention right now.

“I will apologize and explain myself to her when the time is right”. Guilt course through my words.

“Like hell, you will not even go near”.

I don't let him finish. “How do you expect to stop me”. I stand up to face him and finally open my eyes. His muscles constrict and his posture changes. The intention is clear. If I continue to push him he will attack me.

“Hey your eyes have a light green glow now. Cool!” Mac breaks the tension. He never moved from his position. Neither did anyone else. He just sat there like he is watching something on the umm… people watch stuff on things. What is it? I feel as though I did a lot of this in my life.

The woman who was leaning against the wall moves over and touches the anxious guy's arm. “Steve please. We shouldn't turn on each other. I am sure there is some sort of explanation”. She looked at him pleadingly and gestured me to speak up. His anxiety starts to fade.

Taking in a deep breath. “As you all may have guessed I didn't know who I was. My brain box got all scrambled somehow. No, I don't know how it happened. No, I don't know how I got here. All I know is that the sensations I felt with her scratched at my memories. I remember what taste is now”. I said the last part kind of proudly. Which doesn’t go over well. Mac lets out a huff of a laugh.

I stare at them and they stare at me.

“That's all you have?” The bodyguard woman asks.

“Yep. I can go in more detail if you like but that's the jist”.

“You can remember taste and we are supposed to feel better now” Steve says his anger was rising. Hands balling into fists now.

“So Steve you want to hit me. I get it. Let's check your options. I took down one big dumb tough guy that everyone ran away from. Chances are you hid from this guy. He claimed to own this floor. That tells me he was” emphasis on ‘was’ “ one of if not the toughest person on this floor. I doubt you can take me on.” I look at my hand. There was still blood on it and my shirt. The blood was all dry so I brush it off.

“Speaking of, can I get a new shirt”.

Mac chimes in “sorry but no, the laundry is out of order on this floor. Consider it war paint”.

“Not very sanitary,” I reply.

“You slept in it weirdo”.

“Only cause I passed out”.

The bickering continues till Steve interrupts. “The four of us will find a way to take you”.

“Shut it Steve” Mac says annoyed now. He always hated being told what to do. Steve looks positively insulted by this. I can’t help but smile.

Mac got on his feet. He is starting to get a little annoyed.

“What do you remember”.

I close my eyes to search for my memory.

“Being outside for the most part, fighting a techno armored angel of all things, getting sucked into the clouds, and everything from when I woke up a few days ago on what I believe was the first floor. There are bits and pieces of my life rattling around up there, but nothing concrete”.

He nods considering what I said and begins to pace back and forth. We all watch him expectantly. He looks at the lady holding Steve's arm. She seems to have signaled him in some way.

“There is a small chance we can assist with your memories in time. I have some ideas.”

“Wait you fought them” the bodyguard lady said. “What happened” she was really excited.

“Ummm he or she… um it picked me up. So I grabbed a knife on its hip and stabbed the angel into its gut. Opened up a huge slash.” All but Mac were staring at me slack jawed.

“Fucking Dimitri” Mac with a laugh.

“Did it die”.

“Nope”. Disappointment is shown on all their faces. I want to say how that was a stupid question since I am here. But I figure that could wait.

“Bull shit. You can’t walk ten feet without someone claiming they fought one of them.”

“He is telling the truth. As far as he is aware. My name is Stephanie by the way.” Steve's defeated look was amazing.

Mac spoke up again. “Well the angel was an alien who abducted you and a shit load of other people. A few people have even supposedly talked with them. They altered us in some” he pauses trying to find the right words “way making us all basically super powered wizards. There is some more info but that is the basics of our situation”.

I just blink repeatedly for a minute trying to process what he said. A couple of times I nearly speak. Pointing awkwardly at nothing in particular. Pinching the bridge of my nose I finally saying “the fuck!”.

Mac shrugs.