It was a warm, sunny day today. That much was obvious to the man lying face-down on the sandy beach. Everything else, however, was a mystery. Where was he? Why was he there in the first place? And who [i]was[/i] he, anyway? All he knew about himself is what he could see, and that he was wearing a simple white shirt with khaki pants that smelled like salt water. If he had a mirror, he’d also learn he had brown hair and black eyes, but that was information he'd have to gain later.

As the man got up, he felt something in one of his pockets. He grabbed the object and examined the item; it was a key. Immediately, the man knew this was no ordinary key. It was the size of a quill pen, it had a luster that made it look like it was made of gold, and there was a pearl where the hole for a key ring normally was. He also knew that keeping it was vitally important. [i]Why[/i] this was the case, he did not know; one more mystery to add to the list, he supposed.

The man tried to think of what he should do next, but he saw something else in the distance that attracted his attention instead. What he saw was...