L-O-N-D-O-N : London.
The symbols upset him. The symbols were called letters, the letters stood for sounds, the sounds made a word, and the word stood for... something. Something that was important. He could remember that much. This 'london' was something he wanted. He had traveled for nights searching for it. He had to remember, for it was important to be able to remember; but why? Why was it important to remember?
He smelled food. Food was important. Food filled a void. Filling a void meant not being distracted. Not being distracted meant being able to remember. Once he could remember, he could remember why it was important to remember.
He looked out into the darkness. He was surrounded by food. Ungainly food covered in blankets that moved on two limbs. It had no fur, so it's flesh would be easy to tear into – No! That was not food. It smelled like food; and if he ate it, it would taste like food. But it was not food. He had to remember that it was not food. It was important to remember.
He smelled more food. It was a strong smell; a fresh kill. He could smell it through the stone. A kill was inside the stone. How could it be? A cave; yes, a cave of smooth stone – they were all caves of smooth stone. Inside this one there would be food. How to get in? Through the wood? No; it would be a trap. There are bars: he'd go through the bars. Whatever killed the food in the cave wouldn't expect him through the bars.
He tore the bars away from the stone, then entered the cave. He was surrounded by food! All killed, all the hide tore away. All he could possibly want. He ate his fill and to spare, for when would he find riches like this again? The satisfaction of his belly calmed him. He began to try again.
London
A place! London was a place! There must be something at London he wanted. It couldn't be food, for he had food now. What was he missing? A shelter. He had to move from every shelter he had been in, for they were not safe. There must be a shelter at London. He left the cave to go to London.
He found a path – it was a very strange path. There was something about this path that was important. It led to somewhere; it must go to London! He followed the path, before something came down it. It was very large and made lots of noise. He had never seen a beast so large. The path, it was the beast's path. The beasts could only walk on the paths like this one. He remembered! He ate and didn't have to eat so he remembered!
The path met other paths. They came to a hollow mountain. This was good; for this was London. Where was the shelter? Not in the mountain; there were too many in the mountain. There was no place to hide. A hill, a hill like the mountain. It was not far, but he'd have to wait until the night was deep. The food that walked on two legs would be all but gone, and he'd be able to find the hill.
He waited, then he searched for the hill. It was this way; he remembered again! If only he could remember why he wanted so much just to remember. No matter, he'd remember that later. Find the hill. The hill was there, behind the wall. Climb the wall and there was the hill. He needed to get into the hill. There were caves; caves with wood in front of them. Break the wood and go into the cave.
There was a scent in the hill; a good scent. Not food, but something else. Follow the scent and find what is good that is not food.
A door opened in the side of the hall. Roger Wainwright looked out to see the beast walking in his house. "Good Lord - Norman! Get a gun and get down here!"
Another door opened and Naomi looked outward, screaming briefly. The creature looked up at her, it's claws and teeth dripping with blood. She stared at it's horrific face, only to gasp. The mind behind the eyes was primal, but there was something in the core of it that was achingly familiar. She saw Norman charging up the stairs – she barely had time enough to stop him. "Norman, don't shoot! It's Eric!"
"What?" Roger turned to his daughter. "Are you out of your mind? This – this thing can't be that boy."
"Father, trust me." She reached behind the door and drew out a wand. "Eric – please forgive me...
"Morpheus Fortedux!"