Memories are often a fragment of one’s soul but to lose those memories make one unrecognizable. For Sigma, his memories trigger whenever he sees certain artwork or objects. One minute he is in Meursault prison and the next, in a white room he does not recognize. Dressed in a black, wavy shirt and a long white skirt. The sounds of a knock disrupts his thoughts and Sigma looks to the door. “Uh, come on in.” Hesitant to see who will enter for he does not wish to be in danger again.