---- cannot see very clearly. The three people help him up. Help him through the door way, which slides shut smoothly and locks.

---- somehow knows where he's going yet... doesn't. He has the slightest feeling of remembrance.

"What is Galaxy 40c8?" ---- asks.

"It's a galaxy with the highest life rate. Species everywhere want to move their. We are the luck bastards that go first." Cry says. Smile nods.

---- seems to make a confused face and Crow sticks their hand out and waves it in front of him.

"Can you see me?"

---- shakes his head.

"Get him pair 736 from room One A. I think those'll work." Crow says.

---- thinks about what he gets when he hears their voices. Crow with birds flapping their wings like it can help them live more then whatever pathetic lifespan they have.

Cry with sobs and blubbers of the people ---- seems to know because their voice hurts.

Smile with the sound of laughter like someone he hates. Like someone he wants nothing to do with and he'll do anything to make it stop.

"Why can I not see?" Asks ----.

"You are human." Smile answers. "Humans cannot see in this lighting. They needs special glasses."

---- is confused. What other things are their other then human? Extra-Terrestrial beings? Impossible. Earth hasn't advance that far.

"What year is it?" He asks.

No one answers but ---- can hear a door slide open automatically and he he guided in. Everything is black other then slight outlines of their form. ---- is sat down on a something soft (a bed?) and is told to hold out his hand.

"We don't want you to freak out," says Cry, "but this will take some getting used to. Mothr said you will be slow."

---- slips on the given glasses and his whole world comes to life. Colors spring to life, light shines. He can see the three around him. They wear the same thing he does. Their glasses wrap around their head like cloth, finding to the different shapes of their noses and different lash length.

---- takes in a deep breath as he looks at the one with long hair, dreadlocks with small blonde streaks in them.

"How do you like them?" Crow asks. His skin is brow, eyes matching and body built like an ox. Big muscles, legs like buildings. He is the tallest with a skin tight suit painted black with dye. The suit has padding for their shoulders, thighs and and arms. Some chest definition is carved into the suit and ---- lets his eyes tracked down to the boots. Thick black boots that connect to the suit smoothly.

"Who are you?"

"Who do you think I am." Crow replies.

---- bites his lips.

He looks over to the other one with long hair. The have hair like phone cables; curled and thick. They are naturally brown with a dull shine to them. Eyes are brown. Them and Crow match with color of their eyes. They reach their mid shoulder and their suit matches Crows. Muscle definition. Boots thick and black.

"Will you answer me?" ---- asks.

"Will I answer what?" Cry says.

---- feels anger and confusion.

Looking over at the last person, ---- knows this is Smile. They have hair that is curly and brushes their chin. It grows no lower than that and it's as sandy as the beaches ---- feels he remembers. Their eyes are a lighter brown then the others. Skin peachy and lips full.

"Who are you?" ---- asks.

"How do you know I know that?"

---- feels anger only now. His stomach burns.

"Where is the wash room?" He asks.

"Do you know where it is?"

"I do not know who I am. I do not think I will know where a wash room is." ---- answers, yet he stands and the three of them move back. He is taller than them by a few inches.

He lets his legs guide him and some how he finds the washroom across the room. He feels like he accomplished nothing, yet when he slides the door shut and looks in the mirror, his hands turn frigid.

In the mirror stands a man; pale and skinny. His hair is a wild mess, sticking this way and that. It is brown and thick. ---- touches his sharp face, jaw square and noes pointed and upturned. He feels his high cheekbones and his thin brow. He feels his eyes, his bright blue eyes and then shudders because then his image is no longer a man close to memory but a man who has nothing to do with him.

He is once again and black figure in a reflective surface. Left alone to think of whatever the wind feels like blow to him.

"Who am I?" ---- asks.