He hadn’t expected to be here. Not without his brother, at least.

He had a doctor. A mother, almost, when he needed a parental figure the most. Amnesia was her name— she had beautiful eyes.

The sessions with her were over before he knew it. Bored out of his mind, he followed the beams of the estate’s roof toward the sliding doors to the left. There sat Amnesia, as he ‘remembered’, sitting calmly on the sunlit porch.