[@Akayaofthemoon][@Gardevoiran][@Old Amsterdam]

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Everything here was different from the faces he remembers. The faces he remembers were much kinder than these faces. These faces remind him of something. But he cannot quite remember what that is. The blonde lady reminds him of gates. They are suppose to keep you in so you don’t get hurt out there. What is out there that could hurt? The electric humming is a comfort to him. The rest of it is like a wash of anxiety. A sense of panic staring at stranger’s faces. He was use to a smile too. And a sweet voice from the faces he remembers. 

The other blonde lady reminded him of something bittersweet. He didn’t know why, it was something etched in her face. It didn’t match her. He didn’t know how to say that. If he asked if she swapped her face with someone who looked like her, he was sure she wouldn’t understand him. He rocked back and forth and began to mumble under his breath.

[i]Why don’t you say hi?[/i]

“You do it,” addressing no one.

[i]They just ignore me.[/i]

He bit the bottom of his lip. Agitating the scab he had caused to bleed earlier to squeeze more blood out. Before he had time to say anything another stranger walked in. Her face seemed the strangest. One side of hers was taken from someone else. Lumpy and scarred. The other was a face of someone else. Two faces. 

[i]She stole someone’s face.[/i]

“No,” replying to no one, or maybe he was talking to the chair beside him.

[i]Well something happened.[/i]

“Maybe the nightstalkers,” he yet again replied to no one.

Skye continued to rock back and forth a little. Just as soothing as the humming whine of the electricity. Just as soothing as big rooms with lots of space. Where things sleep and then they wake up elsewhere. Waking up. 

“Strangers in strange place,” Skye addressed them finally, his head fidgeted doing so, “We should exchange our identities. So we know who is who. So we can stop calling each other strangers. So strange faces become familiar faces with your identification.”

Skye continued to rock back and forth. He began to humm at first to himself, but mostly was coming out of his mouth was a low mumble. 

“Mmmm,” Skye groaned to himself.