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\f0\fs24 \cf0 Locke could not remember the last time he'd been so excited to leave the house, although he thought quite ironically, he couldn't remember much of anything at all. The old maid had been very nice to Locke, but Locke felt it so aqward that he should know her and her employer yet he could not recognize either of them. She would go on and on about this opera that had happened, and Locke had no such idea what she was talking about.\
Locke had even found the strength within himself to walk around the town, but it looked so unfamiliar. Nothing in his mind seemed to unhinge this door to his memories.\
In Locke's travels through the town, hee had visited a doctor to inquire about his lost memory.\
"You must surround yourself with anything that might be familiar. Friends, places."\
Locka had told the man that he had no recollection of any friends at all, and didn't remember anything about the past. The doctor had insisted telling Impressario about it so he might help in restoring Locke's memory, but Locke had immediately declined, not wanting to let Impressario know he had been holding up for so long.\
The maid had dressed up Locke in some fine clothes that were supposedly Impressario's. They had fit quite well, and when Locke had initially declined, the maid insisted Impressario would rather see Locke dressed well then his clothes then not dressed well at his opera.\
"When you get there, tell the doorman you are with Impressario. You will be seated with him in his private booth." she then rolled her eyes. "I don't know what you have gotten yourself into boy. Please try to stay awake for him though. He is very proud of that opera you made."\
Locke smiled politely and headed out the door. It was quite dark out now, and Locke saw that he didn't seem to be the only one preparing for the Opera. The town was alive with people from all strings of life getting ready for the Opera. They were all dressed up well, but Locke realized suddenly he had been quite overdressed.\
He stepped down the front steps of the house where a chariot stood pulled by two large yellow birds. 'Chocobo's' Locke's mind reminded him.\
The man directing the coach nodded his head politely to Locke, and Locke nodded in return.\
"It's a wounderful night for the Opera." the man said.\
Locke gave a faint nod and smile back. The man stepped down and opened the carriage door for Locke. The inside was all upolsterred in a violet velvet. Locke settled into a seat very comfortably. The windows were quite large, and Locke could look out into the night sky. It was very dark and clear, but the moon seemed to be covered by an odd yellow smoke hovering just under it.\
Locke had been informed during his week here that the world had undergone an astounding change seemably in his absence, though no one seemed to believe him since he never admitted to his amnesia. Apparently a great continent had risen into the sky where it passed over the world day and night till eventually it collapsed. Light flew from the sky and the world changed shape. Continents seperated and rejoined, and it had been the 'End of the world'. Everyone seemed to laugh at this, since it could not be explained in any way.\
Locke had come the the conclusion that was the source of his amnesia. He had most likely been hit by a falling rock which has brought on this amnesia, but he was still so curious where he had been before all this happened.\
"To the opera house." the carriage pilot announced. The shuffled the straps that were connected to the chocobo's in his hands, and the carriage jerked forward.\ \
The ride had been pretty uneventful and Locke had been almost as bored as he had been staying in Impressario's house. He knew that he must leave there soon too, or they would surely discover he had amnesia, and had set him up there always saying he would be off soon enough, but Locke had no idea where he might go when that time came.\
He had planned to leave after tonight, as this would mark their verification that he was better, and hopefully the opera would bring back a flow of memories, though Locke found that he highly doubted that.\
The land where they rode was much like that of where he had started. Completely flat and dead. The carriage kicked up a gust of dirt and dust behind it. Locke would have fallen asleep in the cart, but this was his first opportunity to catch a glimpse of the world outside that small city, and Locke had promised himself to take in every detail as something may just jog his memory.\
The uneventful ride finally ended and Locke saw the looming building before him. Locke had a very faint idea what an Opera house mihgt look like in his mind, but this was most definately it.\
Locke looked very hard at the house, but it was not jogging any memories.\
"We'll go around the back mate." said the driver. Locke caught a glimpse of a long line of excited looking people ready to enter the Opera house. They all bustled with excitement, and Locke found the excitement building up inside himself as well.\
"Woooooo." said the driver. The chocobo's halted in front of him. The driver stepped down from his perch and opened the door to the carriage. Locke reluctant}