He just sat there. Waiting. Waiting for someone in particular. Yet, he didn't know who the person was. He couldn't remember. So he just sat, on the bench, in the park. Waiting, for somebody, anybody to stop and talk. To give him any information. Information that was very important. Information such as where he was or who he was. He didn't even know his own name. The park felt familiar but when he tried to pull a memory from his mind nothing happened. He felt like he was searching in the dark, in a room that contained nothing, except for air. He needed help, but didn't know who to ask. As the sun began to descend and the air started to cool, he realized he had nowhere to go. So he sat, on the bench, in the park. Wondering if anyone was searching for him, if he had a family or even a single friend. He asked himself questions all night, until his eyes started to close and darkness fell upon him. That night he dreamed of a wonderful world. A world where not even a single person was lonely. Zander woke to the sound of silence. He was drenched in his own perspiration and could feel the thin, scratchy bed sheets bundled by his feet. His vision was not completely focused but he could tell he was in a small room. He felt someone staring at him but wherever he looked there was nothing but darkness. He realized that he was never in the park; he never sat on that bench but he knew that he was still alone. He stood carefully not to lose his balance. There was a faint buzzing noise coming from a corner of the room. He swung his legs over the edge of the mattress and felt the cold steel of the frame against his calves. Zander planted his feet and took a second to take in his surroundings, even thought there wasn't much but darkness. His legs felt as it he hadn't stood in months, as if he's been sleeping with out waking for a very long time. He couldn't even remember falling asleep. All of a sudden a memory popped up in his mind. He could see a litt