[b]Stíofán ó Conaill[/b]

Stíofán slowly woke up, and opened his eyes slowly. It was quiet, almost too quiet, as if something was missing, however, Stíofán did not know what, though. He opened his eyes groggily, and reached instinctively to his bed side table for his glasses. However, they weren't there. [i]I must have put them in a different place last night[/i], he thought, in Irish. He moved the duvet off of him,and got out of the bed.

Firstly, Stíofán noticed that the room was completely plain. This seemed weird, but he wasn't bothered by it. He looked around, and noticed a picture frame on the chest of drawers. He walked over to it, and tried to focus on it, but couldn't. completely, due to his missing glasses. He looked closely at it, and saw that there was two men, one who couldn't be any older than himself. They both had ginger hair and pale skin, but he couldn't think that either were familiar. Then he realised, as he saw his reflection in the plastic of the frame that protected the picture. The shorter one was him, he couldn't believe what had happened. [i]How did I... forget myself!?[/i] he asked himself. He dropped the photo as he saw a pocket watch. He looked inside, and saw a picture, of him, with another pale skinned boy, but this time, he couldn't have been much more than 15 or 16. With tears beginning to form at the corner of his eyes, he put the pocked watch pack down. He grabbed the photo, and flung in against the wall. His face was red with anger and he couldn't believe he didn't know anything about himself. He realised that he didn't even know his own name. He saw am Irish flag, and a teddy bear, next to it, which had a shamrock on it. Stíofán could make out a ribbon, but he didn't know what it said. Stíofán walked up to it, and read the name 'Stíofán ó Conaill'. [i]That must be me[/i], he thought. He was about to throw the bear against the wall, but heard gears as a hole appeared in the wall behind him. He walked out, and joined the congregation of people.