Forgotten

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The last thing you remember is the feeling of something knocking you down, followed immediately by the sound of a loud crash.

Your eyes open to a bright white light shining down on you.

A mumble of voices are heard in the background - and you can barely make out them as you push against an object above you.

You can barely make out much as you sit up, your head hurting beyond anything as you groan in pain.

You can't imagine what kind of rubble must have hit you or your family. The last you remember is being stuck, trying to find Spider and Da'mik, and make it to Jake in time.

Those legs of yours don't offer much support, wobbling and shaking as you reach a hand out to brace against something, anything.

Just trying to hold yourself up while your eyes adjust.

"Are you okay?" Someone asks, and you swear you know the voice... you just can't make it out quite yet.
"Did something go wrong?"

Your other hand is pressed against your temple, eyes barely open from the pain.

"The kids-" you breathe out, trying to hold back the feeling of needing to vomit right then and there. "-are the kids okay? Where are they?"

There's a pause of silence, and you can hear some beeping in the distance.

The silence helps you calm down, at least. Focusing on what's around as you hear the sounds of something rolling around, and feel the texture of a smooth wooden desk at your finger tips.

"What kids?" The voice says again, and you're a bit more aware this time - recognizing it as Max.

"The kids, Max." You strain yourself just to project your voice, rather irritated and pissed off - not at him, but at the way you're not heard in a moment of desperation. "Da'mik, Lo'ak, Spider, the others —- Where are the children, Max?"

Your eyes finally pry open as you can see what's before you.
You're holding your hand so high in front of your face, seeing your own flesh colored skin before you.

Max has to jump into action and keep you from falling at your reaction.

"What's the hell is going on?" You ask, more persistently. "How am I here?"

Max wears an expression somewhere between heartbroken, worried, and absolutely devastated with the way you act.
He doesn't know what to say.

You grab for the collar around his lab coat, tears now building at the edge of your waterline.
"Da'mik. Spider. Tuk. Lo'ak. Kiri." You list.

And his face doesn't change.
"I'm sorry.
I don't know who you're talking about."

"You.. what? Max, you helped raise them. What do you mean? What do you mean you don't know?
Where-"
You frantically look around the room now, refusing to let go of your grip on Max even as he holds you up. "-where's-"

Just then, two people come out of link.

Norm, who's taking his time and hasn't even noticed you yet.

And Grace.
The beautiful red-headed Where-the-hell-is-my-cigarette? Grace.

Another link comes out beside you, and as his hands grasp the edge of the lid and he sits up - your eyes meet with those loving blue eyes you never thought you'd see again.

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