He heard that voice again and it was so familiar, it hurt him. He felt like he should know it and the name was on the tip of his tongue but it didn't come. "I don't know where I am." It was dark here, he couldn't see what was in front of him, he wasn't strong enough yet. He was blind and alone, trying to find something solid to hold onto.

It sent a strange feeling over him. Of being smaller and alone, somewhere small and dark then. He saw a face in his mind and wanted to so badly run to it. "S--Sirius?" A name. He knew a name. Not a name for the voice but a name for the one who'd come for him in the dark.