The boy didn't know where he was. He was in a state of never-changing slate-grey. The walls around him spun, making him question what sort of contraption he was in. He pounded on the walls with all of his might, going over in his mind everything that had happened up to this point, wondering why this was happening to him. How did he get here? He mulled that question over in his mind frantically, flickering in and out of consciousness. The boy could not remember anything. He wracked his brain, trying to think of anything that could help him. When was it? He could remember ordinary things, like days of the week, but didn't know how he knew.

But the most alarming fact of all this was, he didn't know who he was.