Staring out the window at the snowy mountains of Hebra as your breath misted in the cool air, you tried again to remember something, anything. How you got injured. Important names, faces, dates… nothing.

As always, a shadow swooped by the window at exactly 4:00, followed by a knock on your door. Revali. The kind Rito who would look at you with such sadness when he brought you flowers.

He said that you’d been in an accident. Fallen from the top of the flight range when an updraft malfunctioned, plummeting before he or anyone else could save you. And he had visited every day with flowers, talking to you gently.

“How’s my favourite amnesiac?” He says with a hint of his usual snark, walking into your room. “Feeling better?”