Blurry images is what Jeremiah sees as he begin to stir, the voice snapping him into reality. He was laying on the ground, looking up the ceiling eyes now wide awake as the final words from the voice are said. Another voice speaks and he hears a groan from another direction. [I] My name is Jeremiah[/i] his thoughts whisper. He furrows his brow as he stares at the ceiling in thought as he tries to recall anything...he takes a deep breath, and then exhales. Nothing. He could recall nothing beside his name. He took another deep breath.