Something was itching at the back of Charlie's brain, so much so that he didn't put up a fight at being given orders, picked up his spear, and went to the corner that he was designated to actually begin looking for a fish, there was something about what that strange voice had said, something that was bugging him, but maybe there wasn't, maybe it was just his total lack of memory except for his name, no that couldn't be it at all, why would something like that bother him, right? .....One of you has the key, and the answer's on the move......