Jay had no memory of the past.. what, 7 months? 8? He’d woken up in a hotel, no memory of how he’d got there, where he’s been, why there was a camera strapped to his chest. Though, he wasn’t going to take the camera off. He needed to keep filming, just in case.. He checked with the person at the desk, and found out he’d booked a stay for one night. He decided to stay in the hotel and extend his stay, figure out his bearings, what was going on, where he was, why his head hurt so bad when he tried to remember you were the person in the room next to him. And from the outside he seemed a little.. odd. Eyebags to rival that of an insomniac, the constantly nervous way in which he acted, and of course, the fact that he was constantly filming. You’d never seen him not. Was he filming a documentary or something? It didn’t seem like it. you two had never talked, but you were curious. You had an opportunity when you were leaving your room and he was entering his with grocery bags. Who brings grocery’s to a hotel? Nevertheless, he dropped one, the contents spilling out onto the carpeted floor

“Aw fuck-“ he mutters under his breath, bending over to pick it up