Touch Of The Past

Chapter 21

Amo followed me.

Scared me half to death.

Something about that comment sounds familiar and ironic, and not just because I'm dead...

But it sticks to the corner, hidden in the darkest part of this room. It's always a bit light; there are lights on all the different machines, the darkest being the corners. I try to get Amo to come closer, but stubbornly it sits in the corner, the only proof that it's even there two slight distortions of color.

"Amo-"

The door opens, the light turns on. And Amo is gone.

I blink where it last was, before turning to Robin, who comes over and hands me a bowl. It's white mush. It looks a lot like what I was given before.

"It's ice cream," he explains. "Apparently there's no sugar in it, so it shouldn't be too sweet. It's cold, too."

I'm shocked at how considerate it is. I pick up the spoon and mix it in the mush before lifting it to my mouth. He's right. Not too sweet. It doesn't have much flavor at all, actually, but the cold is wonderful, and I don't have to worry about it being too solid.

"Thank you."

"Sure." He sits down on what I'd come to think of as his chair, unwrapping something pink and chewing on it. He catches me looking. "Do you want any? It's kinda pure sugar." I shake my head.

I slowly eat the ice cream, worried it won't stay down. Robin pulls out his phone again and flips through it while chewing on several different colors of his sugar. It takes a moment, but I gradually get used to Robin being here and stop watching him.

My mind wanders to the people that were with Robin before, and I mull over their behavior towards me.

"Why are they so obsessed with me?" I ask finally, still looking at the ice cream.

Robin doesn't look up from his phone. "They knew you before."

"Before what?"

"Before you got taken. Before the facility place." He chews on another color, green this time. Where are they coming from? He just seems to have an endless supply!

"What was I like then?" I wonder out loud, putting another spoonful of ice cream in my mouth.

"Jazz and Tucker would be far more equipped to answer that, but, as you saw, they're a little aggressive with it." I nod, not looking at him. "So you forgot everything; there really is no pressure to remember. Amnesiacs usually take longer to remember when they feel they have a timeline."

"How long have I been gone?"

"Eight months, I think, or nine. They've been looking since you were gone, but this team only joined the search maybe four, five months ago."

"So you've heard stories?" I want to know who I was. But Jazz and Tucker... Every word they say is filled with pleading for me to remember.

"Oh, yeah." He gives a little laugh. "Wanna hear some?" I nod. "Alright. So one of my personal favorites is when you fought the Master Of ALL REALITY! Sorry, they always say it like that. But apparently there was this guy you fought before. He tried to kill you, but I mean, that's kind of all villains. So he kidnapped all these people, including Jazz's, Sam's and Tucker's parents. You had to collect these gems..."

I finish my ice cream as Robin tells me this elaborate tale of this weird circus master guy. Then he tells me about a fight with some guy named Plasmius (one of many, he says) and a weather ghost, and leads that into one with a ghost named Fright Night who's sword transports people to a dimension of their worst fears.