A/N: Written for the 7_suns challenge on lj, using the theme-set "time".

Once again this is in order of prompts and not in chronological order. In terms of this part, it was based off the events of episode 23: Genesis of Evil (since there's no dialogue, there's little difference between the two, and it's one of the few I have watched both versions of). As the 02 is approaching winter at this point, the days are shorter, and since his mother mentioned dinner, it would be bordering around sunset by then. So that's the time schematics of this.

The digital world, from memory, didn't show any signs of being late though; the babies should have been asleep if it was. Maybe the time alignment only reflects the 24 hour cycle; I don't see evidence of seasons; the weather seems localised to different areas, eg. Mountain's always snowing, desert's always dry and hot etc.

The Time of the Day

Part 2 of 7: Morning

It was strange, waking up one morning with no recollection of his past. A slim ray of light was shining insistently on his face, but he failed to realise its significance. Instead, he stared blankly until his eyes lost their focus – and with the power of even a single undiluted ray of light, it was no wonder that his vision became blurry in a matter of seconds.

He blinked senselessly, looking at his unfamiliar surroundings. Not that he could see much in a blank white ceiling. Or read much, except that there was something distinctly unsettling about staring at it without blinking.

He stopped once shadows began crawling into the corner of his vision. It was unnerving, being unable to catch them in his more comfortable line of sight before they vanished. But he could not, and all he accomplished was inviting a sick sensation into his gut. The sort that invited nausea, and so he stopped, closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

But even behind his eyes was something he could not grasp, no matter how he tried. And as the day moved from morning to noon, nothing became clearer save the sun.

By the time the sun began to set and night approached, he wondered if the darkness would bring forward answers that the sun, in all its illuminating brightness, had failed to reveal…

…and there, in the dimness of his room, was the echo of a light guiding his way to a lost morning…or perhaps a new one.