I tried to remember back to the first thing since I had come here.

I remembered climbing up the hill with Natasha. It was very steep going. Easy to slip and fall. Loose dirt. Grabbing for weeds that might pull loose. I helped Natasha who didn't seem happy about needing my help. The sun shone down on us and we were really sweating. So we went for quite a while. But I couldn't really remember how long. An hour? All morning? Was it morning? But we slowly worked our way upwards until we made it to the top where we quickly found plenty of shade and the trees with so much large hanging fruit. We were very thirsty and it seems obvious that we should eat the fruit. But it was different than any fruit I had seen before and I wondered if it was edible.

But what was before Natasha? What was before the hill? Why did we decide to climb up it? I should ask Natasha what she remembers... 

I thought more and it seemed as if my memory was vague until we reached the fruit trees. Climbing the hill with her almost had a dreamlike quality. In order for us all to not realize we didn't remember, we would have to have false memories put in the holes and then also be made to feel as if looking to close didn't matter. This suggested something omnipotent, something that could control our very thoughts. Yet, why make it so that I could realize that something was wrong? 

I flexed and felt my muscles. They weren't insubstantial though it seemed mainly that my hands and wrists were really strong. I was much taller and stronger than the people huddled and shivering together in that room. And I had no bodyfat to speak of. I tried flexed my wrists trying to see if there were certain movements that they were stronger at but I couldn't tell.

I didn't trust the lady and finally took the blanket, pillow and sword and laid down still fully dressed with my feet against the door. I wondered if I had loved someone and forgotten them. Surely I must have had parents. How awful to forget whoever had loved me, if anyone. I may have been an unloved homeless orphan for all I knew. Had my life been very hard or full of friends and happiness? Wouldn't the one versus the other leave some kind of mark on me despite not actually remembering it? I seemed to be something of a stoic which would suggest I had had a hard life. Since here I hadn't smiled. I hadn't displayed any humor. But maybe that was understandable given this strange situation. Being stoic here was perfect. But I hadn't seemed to understand entirely how strange the situation was.

I awoke with the sun shining through the high window. I had slept very well which was surprising. But I suppose I had had a very mentally and physically hard day. No one had disturbed me. I quickly got up. Should I take the sword with me? I decided to leave it behind and first ask so as to not frighten the lady. She had left me alone in the night. She had even left a sword in the room with me.