Alfred crawled on his bleeding knees in the dark forest. He was covered in his own blood. He had no memory of what happened to him. The only thing he remembers is a deep voice calling out to him, when he escaped. He looked up and saw somebody in the far distance, calling out to him in the chilly air. Was this the deep voice he herd earlier that night? Even before he could find out the answer that floated in his head... he fell to the cold ground. He passed out because of the blood lost.
The angel Britannia went closer to him when he passed out. As he examined the body of the man, he noticed the obvious injuries. He carried him, with difficulty, to a nearby empty cabin and put on some bandages he found onto the injured man. He lay him on the sofa, heating the fireplace while waiting for the man to wake
Alfred woke up. His head was banging from the inside. He sat up even though it hurt like hell. "Who are you? What happened to me?" He looks down at himself. "It looks like I went threw hell. I'm in so much pain."
The angel almost jumped when the man suddenly woke up. He turned around and saw the clueless man looking at himself. "D-Don't do that! You shocked my poor heart!" He walked closer to him. "Well yes, it seems that you just escaped hell itself. Do you remember what happened to you.. or even.. who you are?"
Alfred sat there trying to remember anything he could. "My name is Alfred ... Alfred? Alfred F. Jones" He look up at the man. "I don't remember anything"