[b]Patrick Ray Clements[/b]

I stood quietly in the cold morning air as I smoked a cigarette contemplating my unquestionably confusing life  I watched the sun rise as I usually do each morning of every single day.

I always stood there trying to recall some fact about my old life or maybe even his past life, but I can never quite recall a fact yet I remembered an odd detail or feeling.

I puffed a smoke cloud into the air and looked at mu watch removing the cigarette butt quickly from my lips and stamping it out on the ground twisting my leg a bit, I listened to the crunch of the gravel beneath my shoes with pleasure.

I was quite lonely most of the time only left to my own thoughts and feelings, because due to the fact that nobody truly could understand, yet to my colleagues I am just a quiet mechanic who really didn't have much to say about myself.

I have never spoken to anyone about my amnesia except obviously a psychiatrist and many other doctors.

I sighed and leaned against the stone wall of the hanger that I usually stood outside of in the morning to do most of my thinking.

I simply looked around and wondered when the others were going to wake up and bother him or disturb the mornings tranquility, when I realized from the sound of some noise in the hanger.

I quickly realized that there were some people already in the hanger and that there was somebody walking towards the hanger.

I walked towards the small entrance to the hanger and stepped inside glancing at the man walking towards the hanger then quickly looking away before the man realized that he was looking at him.