The Town, not that anyone knew the name of it, was particularly foggy today as you pulled into the gas station parking lot. Whether you needed to fuel up or not you decided to park next to the gas pump. Come to think of it, why were you here? Everything before this seemed foggy and strange. Like a bad dream or a distant memory. Did you live in the town? What state were you in?

You shake all thoughts from your head and begin approaching the gas station, the lights shining like a beacon in the dense fog. It was calling to you, like a siren song. You stop just outside the door and take out a pack of smokes from your pocket. It had been a while since you had a smoke. Wait... Did you smoke? Who's cigarettes are these? Did you even like that brand?

Once more you shake your head to clear your thoughts, placing the cigarettes back in your pocket. Maybe you'd have a smoke some other time. Turning back to face the gas station, you peek through the door and look at the man behind the register. A raccoon man, around 5'9, reading a book. You slowly enter, hearing the bell above the door ring, signaling that you have fully entered

"Hey."

The raccoon, whose name must've been Rocco based on his name tag, greeted you warmly. Did you know him?

"You doing alright?"

Rocco asked before your memories and experiences come back to you Suddenly, everything comes back to you all at once