It was like being stuck in a dream. Everything happened around him but nothing happened too. He lived through memories and pictures of things he didn't remember, saw flashes of stuff and felt feelings for things he didn't understand. Nothing made any sense and he knew, terrifyingly, that this wasn't right. He supposed awareness was the first thing he got back. And he really wished it wasn't.

It made everything so much harder. It was terrifying.

He couldn't grasp onto anything, he could steady himself in reality or form words for so long. It was like escaping a dark void and trying to crawl towards some source of light.

Today he felt so close to the edge, he could taste it. He heard someone call his name and knew the voice but not the name so he didn't know who to call to. He reached his hand out impulsively to try and push himself past that edge. "Help."

He didn't know where he was.