Where am I? he thought.
Nothing about the surroundings was familiar in any way. He didn't remember how he'd ended up there, in fact he remembered nothing. Literally nothing.
He couldn't remember his name, where he lived or where he worked. He had no memories of being younger either. No memory of his parents or where he went to school.
He was in a bed in a room with white walls and no windows. He was strapped to the bed with some sort of restraining belt.
There was a click and a previously unseen door which was camouflaged by the room's whiteness opened.
A tall man dressed in black entered.
"Who are you?" asked the man in the bed.
"I am the one who will save you," said the man in black.
The tall man produced a syringe and stuck it into the other man's arm.
He felt pain and then immense pleasure as drugs coursed around his body. And he felt memories, lots of memories. He felt as if he were swimming and he drifted towards unconsciousness.
Then the dreams came. They felt so real and it was as if he was floating.
The dreams began to recede and the memories became less vivid. The picture began to fade.
"I don't know if we can bring him back," he heard the man in black say.
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