"I am so, so, so sorry for that! Here's my business card, call it and I will get back to you right away and I can fix that at the dry cleaners. Don't worry, I'll pay for it!" The stranger begged. The stranger was taller than him, and seemed to have a way of talking that showcased both charisma and happiness. The passer-by gave the person a dirty look before nodding, but when he saw the certain person with nothing on, his eyes grew larger and he moved in a dash away. All it did was intrigued him, as he wondered if he could mimic exactly what the passer-by did. They both glanced at each other uneasily before the stranger began to speak to him.

"I know what's going on here." He said confidently as if he knew exactly what was going on. "This is part of a high school prank isn't it? Kids these days, this is insane! Poor guy, they took your clothes too? I have to say, this is a little off-the-map even for teenagers these days. You should see my daughter, oh my. Stays up in her room all day and watches these violent cartoons. In my day you were lucky if you could afford a television-- and another thing--" He paused then got back on topic. "What's your name?" The stranger asked. He tried to respond back to this friendly stranger, but nothing would come. Even if he could talk as smoothly as him, he didn't know who he was. His life had only begun, at least his life that he could recall. He tried to concentrate and remember his past, but the only thing he could remember was waking up on the beach and his journey here, to this moment.

"You okay? I think I really know what's going on here. Yes, sire! You have amnesia. Who needs a doctor around here when you have me, I mean really. Perfect timing actually, I was just heading to the principal's office. That pleasant daughter I was just mentioning was reading those violent cartoon magazines in class again. In my day you were lucky if you could afford magazines! I like you kid, you seem very laid-back. Names Brian Roberts." Although most of the people seemed to be older, he seemed young and has a youthful spirit in him. Brian Roberts extended his hand, clearly looking for some response. He wondered what he was supposed to do, and a thousand possibilities flooded his mind. In one swift movement, he mimicked him and shook his hand sternly. He shined him a simple look that he had seen from the boy and girl earlier, and he mimicked that also.

The simpleness of the day had ended, and now the simple colors had blended into a bright and clear day. The day must have been going through changes, and it seemed like everything was rapidly changing. Just a few hours ago he had just woken up, and now he already had interacted- in a way, with someone else like him. This thought amazed him, as he swifted by in a Porsche. This "automobile" as Brian called it was different, it was open and the air drifted in. In that aspect everything remained familiar. Brian had given him clothes; they looked almost the same as everyone else's, the only difference being the colors. Why did people try to dress themselves differently from one another? He had a white shirt with the worn-looking words, "Riverside High School". That must be where he was, somewhere called Riverside.

Slowly, he was understanding the world. There was no problem putting together the outside world, but his fellow species was something completely different. Brian parked in a particular spot, with the familiar lines coming back. Brian instructed him with a look to get out of the automobile, and he did. As he gazed around, this place was nearly empty. Only automobiles were around, no people. Brian took off something that hid his eyes, and then walked coolly to a large door. They both went in. While the stores that he had been in were small, the school was large. There were only a few people that he could notice. None of them were his size. Although the scene didn't seem out of the ordinary for Brian, he couldn't not take notice of every small detail in this new place. He just followed Brian, because Brian seemed like he knew exactly where he was heading. They entered another small door, and they were directed into another room. Two small chairs were placed before a table and another more comfy chair. Before he could observe anything more a new person entered the room. He was about the same size as Brian but had a completely opposite demeanor. Just one look and you could tell that this person was serious-minded. But he also seemed calm and calculated.

"I'm sorry for any inconvience this may cause you Mr. Roberts. In case you don't remember me, I'm Tom Foss." He introduced. Tom Foss was about the same size as Brian, but he had shorter hair and his face looked more wrinkled like he was more stressed out. He couldn't put his finger on this new person.

"It is me who should be sorry. I told Sarah to stop reading those magazines several times. I keep telling her not to read in class, but you know teenagers these days. Especially girls! In my day you were lucky if you didn't get--" He paused, knowing he was rambling on-- "Nevermind." He said simply. Before either person could form a response, another person entered the room. A girl. Everything was starting to make sense. Girls had distinct differences then guys, and he was a guy. Brian's daughter seemed to look friendly, although she wore dark colors and didn't look very happy. Her hair was blonde and messy, and she wasn't like anyone he had seen before. He just sat quietly. Tom Foss turned his look and gazed at him, but before Foss could say anything to him, Sarah began to talk.

"Have you been talking about me again?" Sarah said defensively.

"Well, hunny, uh, see, it wasn't exactly like that. Hey, don't turn this around on me. You're the one reading magazines in class." Brian lectured.

"They're called mangas!" Sarah shot back.

"That sounds like the name of some kinda volcano. Likely story. What about those violent cartoons?"

"It's called Anime."

"See? I don't know what of any of this means. I'm a simple guy here! Well, "anime" this. You're grounded!"

"I hate you!" Sarah burst loudly.

"Please, Mr. Foss, this won't happen again. You have my word."

"I'll let you off with one last warning." Tom Foss said smoothly. He gave a small and simple smile, not a genuine one, but he seemed to understand the situation. Brian instructed Sarah to wait outside the office, and she stomped out of the room. Sarah had come and gone without even trying to meet him. He had enjoyed watching this display. Brian quickly regained his thoughts and decided to pick up the conversation.

"More importantly, I came to talk about one of your students. This one, to be precise. I think some people in the school picked on him and he ended up here. He has amnesia, can't remember anything, even his own name."

"I've never seen him in my life." Foss said, looking him over. Brian had no idea what to say next.

"So-- you're sure he's not one of your students?" Brian asked with a clear shock on his face.

"I know all of my students, it's a small town. I'm sorry. You said he has no memory?"

"He doesn't-- it's like he's a newborn baby. No memory, he doesn't talk, nothing. He seems to understand me--or something--I can't explain it." Brian stumbled. Brian couldn't really explain what was going on.

"Okay, let me think here." He paused for a moment to concentrate. "Why don't you leave him here with me? I'll notify the police and we can figure this thing out. I'm sure somewhere out there a family is searching for him. Right?"

"Yes, absolutely. But, actually, I think it might be a good idea for him to stay with me for a little bit. I think bringing in the police would scare him, and he may just need time to adjust to human life."

"Are you sure?" Tom Foss asked. Brian was making a big sacrifice. Out of the blue he had come up with this plan.

"I think so. I just want him to have a day with me and we can sort this whole thing out. I think this boy looks like a perfect fit for this school."

"I agree. Thanks for coming." Foss said, shaking Brian's hand. He had a place to go, and that was all that mattered for the time being. Tom Foss moved over and shook his hand. Now he had somewhere to go. Even though questions still flooded his head, and he had no memory, or no name, he knew that every question he was seeking had an answer. Maybe everything in life happens for a reason. Although Brian had only agreed to take care of him for one day, he felt like he was being adopted. Like he belonged.

After a few moments, they exited the principal's office. The visit had seemed short, but a lot had happened. Before he could reflect on what he fully had learned, a large noise erupted from somewhere above. The sound was widespread, and he was sure that people throughout the school could hear it. This loud noise had forced him to cover his ears, but everyone else seemed to be fine. Why was he the only one that the sound was affecting so much? He had to put both hands over his ears, and even then, he could still hear the noise sounding. These few seconds seemed to last more like minutes. After a few seconds, a flood of people that seemed to be the same size rushed out. Although there weren't too many, he didn't have time to observe each one. He then realized that the noise was over, and he let go. Too much was going on at once, and his mind raced to figure out what he wanted to learn next. Meanwhile, Brian was lecturing Sarah. Brian had told him to stay where he was, but he was too curious and wanted to look around.

Walking slowly, his head moved to see which room he wanted to get to. Each person seemed to look at him. He didn't know why, but they seemed like they had already made judgments about him, because he could hear voices quietly to each other right after they saw him. A strong urge came over him to look behind him, and when he did, he saw someone that stood out. He didn't know why, but for some reason she instantly stood out to him. Without knowing it, he smiled at her. As she was walking by, she finally noticed him too. She returned his smile, and they stood there for a few seconds just staring at her. They both smiled one more time, and then went their separate ways. She had looked different than everyone else. While everyone else seemed to wear similar clothes, her weren't flashy. Just simple and out of the ordinary. Her look too was out of the ordinary, she wasn't from around here. If Tom Foss was right, he would soon be a student here, and maybe he could meet her someday. Another urge in his mind told him to walk into a certain room. When he entered the room, he firstly noticed how big it truly was. There were several words on the walls, and there were several objects stacked together in rows.

Each different one he opened had a pattern. Each one was separated by numbers, and each one had writing that filled the pages. The thought that the answers to the questions he wanted to learn were lying in this room comforted him. Each book also had a different size, while some were short, some were very long. There were only a few people in the room, but he didn't even take notice to them. Reading the titles, he wanted to find the perfect book that would satisfy him. Without even realizing it, he picked out a book in the middle of one of the rows of books. He turned the book over to the side, and read the title--- "The Human Mind, by Adam Baylin". This was the book he was looking for.