one
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he wakes up on the side of a sand dune.
who is he?
his name starts with an e... b... a?
yes, a.
he can barely move, his head pounds like a drum.
who is he?
a is all he has.
he looks around. other people lay on the beach, but he doesn't know any of them.
he gets up, where is he?
how did he end up asleep on a sand dune? he's not sure that the person he was before would just crash there.
a wouldn't.
he walks away, he can't help the others now, he doesn't know how.
still, who is he?
he feels in his pockets for a wallet with some sort of id, or keys. no cigar, plus he wouldn't know which car was his.
so he walks away, not sure where he's going, but his feet need to move.
he feels like he's been in a coma for years, and finally waking up. somehow this isn't bad, but he's so confused.
who is he?
nothing.
he could be the only one left.
and he is nothing.
n-o-t-h-i-n-g.
(at least he remembers how to spell.)
and he can't do a damn thing about it.
he walks and walks and walks so he doesn't have time to think, and within seconds he begins to hum.
he stops, and the breeze stops.
he hums again, and the wind tickles his nose.
he takes a deep breath, and sings.
he just sings nonsense and the wind blows harder, harder
he stops singing and just thinks
suddenly he's flying- flying
he lands on a building and sobs.
because he can fly and control the wind and he doesn't know anyone, where he is-
who he is.
is...
Andre...
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a/n: yup, this is gonna be multi-chapter. the others will have their moments too, don't worry. –wink-