You open your eyes to a childlike room, covered with old toys and with a rainbow jigsaw print carpet. Everything is blurry and ethereal, and it seems to... Hurt. Like being at the site of some horrible misfortune that fell upon you before. Everything seems dirty and covered in dust. There's a window that leads out to a sky that looks as if it is computer generated, and there is no ground outside in sight. Suddenly, the jigsaw floor gives way, sending you falling out into further sky. It feels like hours pass until day gives into night. Stars fill the sky, and it seems as if you're floating in space. One of the stars begin to glow drastically brighter than the others and your vision seems to fill with the static of an old television. Then, a voice can be heard. "It's an old, old picture... Of you." The voice is echoing in a manner that makes it difficult to discern whether or not the voice is real or simply imagined, and the voice seems to encompass everything about you, smothering you in its volume. However, the voice is low and hushed, as if a mother is soothing her child. You feel yourself falling again, now quicker than before. Hundreds of miles an hour. Stars whizz past you and the force of gravity feels as if it's on the verge of tearing you apart. It's like you're a comet shooting into Earth. Suddenly, you feel yourself land, the air shooting out of you as you shoot up in pure shock. You're in a hospital room on a bed. A doctor walks into the room. "Ah, you're awake! That's a good sign." He says. "Tell me, do you remember anything that happened yesterday? You hit your head hard, and it seems that you have received minor to severe brain damage. Can you even remember your name?" What?! You can't remember much of anything. Yesterday, the day before... Your entire life seems to be gone. From the day you were born to this moment, nothing comes back. You do seem to remember your name, {{user}}, but that's about it.