I woke to the sound of beeping. I felt a soft mattress underneath me, and soft blankets covered me. I lay on my back, my head tilted back on a pillow. My hands were to the sides of my body, and I tested them, opened then closed them, clenching a fist.

I willed my eyes to open, but they were crusted closed. I could feel my hair stuck to my face in a wild manner.

Where was I? If only I could see.

The beeping was suddenly becoming louder, and my heart raced. The sounds seeming to match my pounding heart.

But then I heard voices, with footsteps to match. They drew near, and I was panicking.

Get away! Instinct told me. I wanted to, so badly. When the voices became dangerously close, I clawed at my eyes to get them to open, and when I lifted my arms, I felt odd suction things attached at seemingly random places.

And, at last, my eyes came into focus.

I saw the room, which looked like belonged to a hospital. The walls were white, and odd machines lined the walls. I looks down at my pearl white sheets, shed them, and saw I wore a baby blue hospital gown. I checked my arms to see what the weird sucker things were and and saw wires. To my left sat the beeping machine, which had picked up speed and was annoying me like heck. I tore at the wires, and it stung, though I felt much better when those things came off. At least the beeping had stopped.

The voices then came as close to the door of my room, and I jumped out of the bed. Where exactly was I?

I looked towards a window, as light was shining like the hope I needed to get out of here. The doorknob of my room jiggled, and I knew it was time to leave. I sat up, and a headache threatened to blow up my head. Ignoring it, I slipped out of the bed. But as I strode across the room, getting used to the feel of walking, by chance I saw my reflection in a mirror, next to a machine.

I saw a young teenage boy, with wild, messy raven black hair askew on his head. His eyes were a startling icy blue, and had white, pale skin. Who was this, I thought. Me?

The distraction was enough for the people talking outside my door to see me, and I ran for the window.

"Wait!" Called an older man's voice. It was strangely deep and smooth. It almost sounded familiar.

I didn't spare a second glance, got to the window, and threw it open. I hoped with all I had in with me that I was on the first floor, if not the second.

The window, thankfully, was just big enough to slip through. I was, by luck, only on what seemed to be the third floor. It wasn't too big of a jump, but decided that I would possibly break my leg. But as I figured the man would catch me, I saw my escape. If I could make it, was a ladder barely a foot away to my right.

I climbed onto the sill of the window, and as the man got to me, I leaped for the ladder.

"Butter biscuits! Daniel, stop!"

I barely made the ladder, and it screeched in protest from my sudden weight. Though, by my reflection, I barely looked to be 100 pounds.

My feet found the footholds, and I climbed down as quickly as I could. I needed to get away, and soon. But with the man sticking his head out of the window, I chanced a quick peek at him. He had silvery white hair held back in a ponytail. He had deep ocean blue eyes, and fear was written all over his face. I felt a pang of regret from running from him. But I didn't even know who he was, though I felt like I've met him before.

I pushed down those feelings and thoughts, and kept on going down.

The man spat out few more curses, and ran back to probably get back-up.

Knowing I didn't have much time, when I got close enough to the ground, jumped the last few ladder rungs. My knees buckled, and I got a couple of stares from people around me, but I got up and ran for my life.

I kept to the sidewalk, as a road full with traffic closed off my way to the left. To my right was more and more buildings.

I bumped into multiple people, and in such hurry I knocked into a woman, and she spilled all of her what I guessed was grocery bags.

I picked up my pace when I heard thudding footsteps, and the occasional, "Stop right there!"

But I kept running.

I didn't know exactly who or what I was running from. But I just had a feeling to just get out of here. But where would I go? No one would help me, probably because of my crazed look, and the fact that I was wearing a hospital gown.

I was on my own. My heart pumped adrenaline and I was desperate. The people after me were right on my heels. I could feel their breath on my back, and decided to make things a bit harder for them. Coming up was a bunch of trash cans, and I knocked them over, garbage flooding the sidewalk. I hoped it would give me more time, and I dove a steep right, running deep into an alleyway.

I then hid behind a dumpster, catching my breath. I heard the people chasing me continue to run, but away from where I hid.

My labored breaths gradually turned into soft huffs. I was hungry, I realized. And thirsty. My throat was dry with my heaving and it turned out that my only clothes were barely keeping the frosty cold out from my body. In fact, I hadn't even realized, but it was snowing.

I shivered, the whole of my essence trembling. What would I do now? Go back to the man whom I barely recognized? I then realized I didn't even know who I was. Wondered what my name was.

I then proceeded to slowly walk further into the alley, confused and scared. A thought burned into my head. What to do now?

Then, miraculously, the same silver haired man approached the entrance of the alley from where I came. Getting another look, he seemed to be at his mid-40s. He wore a pressed suit, one that people would wear to business meetings and the like.I froze, slowly turned, and wondered, fight or flight? Or just give in and see who he was and what he wanted? Would he tell me who I was? Would he even know?

"Daniel," he softly called into the darkness. The sun was setting.

Was that my name?

"Are you there?" He must not have seen me.

He waited for an answer but continued to slowly walk to me, unknowing.

What do I do? Instinct told me to run away. But my curiosity wanted to talk to him.

My curiosity won.

"I'm here," my voice was a whisper, soft. The man stopped in his tracks, a few yards away.

"Come here, Daniel," the man pleaded. "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you."

I didn't answer, unsure of what to say.

"Daniel," the man said again with more urgency.

"Is that my name?" I asked, my voice getting a little louder, so he could hear better.

He looked shocked, sad, and seemed very stunned from what I spoke.

"You- you forgot?" He stuttered.

My eyebrows came together, and I frowned. "Yes?" My voice became soft and quiet. Did I make him upset?

The man put his head in his hands in...grief?

The sun went down, and night came, along with the twinkling stars of oblivion.

I stared up at them, asking for guidance. What should I do now?

"Daniel, come with me, and I will answer all your questions," the man finally said, after a couple of moments. He came close, and must have seen me, with the moon's light that shone upon us. He reached out his hand, an offering. Perhaps he will guide me, I thought.

I took the hand, but with no knowledge of the things that man had done to me with them.

Yesss! I love how this story is going. Hopefully, I will continue to love it.

Sooo, I know I should be writing for Remembering but I just had to start this story! :)

My apologies. Also, I don't own Danny Phantom. Is it not obvious?