Lazily bringing his thighs together and adjusting them against his waist, he stared at the clock.

He needs to remember. He doesn't know why should he, or what difference does it make now. It was a need, a sad small need to find what he was missing.

"Missing."

He mused. He needed to sleep, however. It was late.

It shouldn't be. He was GIFTED. An outlier, a fast learner.

He trembled. Small glimpses, disgusting glimpses of melting bodies. But he couldn't make out the big picture. He couldn't and it was eating him whole.