Hugh regained consciousness slowly. He didn't remember anything. Only his name and a number. Hugh-063. That was who he is. He sat up boltright. Why couldn't he remember where he was or how he'd gotten there? Why couldn't he remember his past.
"Relax, zero-six-three." A gentle, yet exhausted voice came.
"Who are you?" He asked, turning to a woman at the side of the bed.
"I'm Doctor Halsey." She smiled.
"W-why can't I remember anything?"
"Relax, Hugh. You've had a rough week."
"Have I now?" He asked. "Why can't I remember any of it?"
"It's alright." She assured him. "You'll remember one day, when you need it most."
"W-what are you going to do to me?"
"Nothing."
Then two men in strange, military-like suits came in. One took him from the bed and they each gripped one of his arms.
"You lied to me." Hugh glared at the woman.
"No, Hugh, didn't." Halsey told him. "They're just taking you to your room."
"I-I have a room?" He asked, confused as the guards began pulling him away.
They dragged him through a set of double doors and down a couple of hallways before stopping at a door. They opened it and shoved him in.
"Relax, kid." One of them said. "It's been a long day."
