I stand, a soft sort of fabric stroking my face, which is apparently rather long, do I live here? The material surrounds me, cloaking me in oddly comforting darkness. I see a crack of dim light, and I get curious, what is it? Touching it reveals a gap in the fabric, stepping through, I see a sort of abandoned kind of area. I don't know what any of it is; there are words and vague concepts in my head, but no... What was it called? Memories, that's it, memories. The word tickles something in my mind, but nothing other than that, I guess I haven't been able to link name to object. Something I'll have to do as I explore this place. I look down at myself, there's a small sort of hole in my chest, and my right hand is some kind of hook, it annoys me. Exploring bring me to a set of tables. Three animal-things, kind of like me, stand before me on a platform. They don't seem to move, just stand there; I ignore them and proceed to behind the curtain they stand in front. There I find parts, hands, legs, arms, heads, all sorts. I find a spare hand a lot like my left one, but the thumb is on the other side, and replace my hook with it, there's no pain in the process, just snap it off and add on the hand. Now I can hold things better.
As I walk down a hallway, I see a... oh what was it? Let's see, the word human comes, and opens up 'child' and 'adult', children are the smaller ones aren't they? So I guess it's a child, and a boy, too, at least I THINK it's a boy. He's on the other side of the hall, pointing around the corner, he's sort of... see-through, what does that make him? Humans aren't transparent (guessing that's another word for see-through), that I know. So was he a... hmm, seems to be paranormal (whatever that is), let's have a look here. Werewolf, nope. Vampire, don't those things have really sharp teeth? No fangs here. Mummy, Nah. I don't know what the heck any of these things are, but they're in my sort of list of words in my mind. Is it a ghost? I guess.