When I first awoke, I felt the feeling that... something... was wrong with me. It's hard to describe, but it's somewhat like the feeling you have when you're just starting to get sick and you don't realize it yet. It then hit me: I shouldn't be alive! Not after what happened... I can still hear their screams, it felt like only a few minutes ago that it happened! I went through the possibilites in my head... could I be in a coma? Not likely after what happened. I survived it? Even less likely. It was all a dream? No, then I would feel my bed, but oddly enough, I didn't feel anything. Well, that's not true, I did feel my own small movements, but nothing beyond me. I tried to recall more possibilites of things that could have changed it, but it seemed like a good portion of my memory was gone. Well, not gone per se, but more... blocked off, but coming back slowly. I couldn't even remember my own name at this point.

I thought that this was impossible; from the sudden amnesia to being alive in the first place. Of course, as I was to soon find out, this wasn't going to be the only "impossible" thing to happen to me. I opened my eyes to see darkness. A darkness where I could, just barely, make out some shapes. I saw a humanoid form. I say humanoid because it didn't really look like a human, but in the darkness it was close enough to a human that I thought to talk to it. I asked them "where... is this?" My voice sounded wrong. It clearly wasn't mine, and it barely even sounded human. The figure didn't respond. Strange, I thought. I looked around me. Other figures to either side, but I didn't try to interact with them - it was clear they wouldn't respond. Then I noticed - there was light behind me! I looked towards it, only to see myself. When I saw it, I almost went back unconscious from the shock.