I continued to look at him with a confused face, wondering how he knew me so well and what I've been doing recently. [color=ed1c24]"How do you know me?"[/color] I managed to ask the man. [color=ed1c24]"I don't really remember anything,"[/color] I added if he couldn't tell already. In my mind I was trying to process the situation, but the amount of questions I had kept me from figuring out the situation. With a quiet sigh I slumped down onto the floor with my knees pulled to my chest, and my back against the door. I waited for his response while I continued to infer about my past based off of what he was telling me.