The boy was still underwater, under the silent ice and liquid that kept him imprisoned. He was alone. There was no one there. Just he and the dark water around him. He was floating, suspended, unknowing of anything. Not his name, not his origin, not his purpose, nothing. He had yet to be told these things.

Did he leave something behind? Did he lose someone? Did someone lose him? He just had the feeling that he had once been something. But that was impossible. He would have remembered… wouldn't he? He would have never forgotten something like that, no matter was kind of person he was, right?

So why was he crying?

He felt that lone drop begin to slide down his cheek before it dissipated and awoke to it. It was odd. The feeling was foreign, even though he was surrounded by the substance. Even though it did end up dissolving into the surrounding water, he had never felt anything like that before, to have liquid come from within him.

Actually, that was the first thing he had ever felt in his memory.

This feeling triggered his awakening into the world. A world surrounded by cold and dark and loneliness. He felt a new thing within himself; he was scared.

But then he saw the Moon.


AN/:Y'all have a nice New Year? I had to spend mine in California, with all the palm trees and road kill. In other words, it could have been better.

I was browsing tumblr again (yeah big surprise) and I saw a gif set from the beginning part of the movie. And someone pointed out that Jack was crying, which I totally missed. Curses.

Anyway I ended up screeching "BABY" and writing this. I think it's okay, despite the length.