A silent cry

Once apon a December

//Don't play song yet//

Lance McClain, lied awake in his bed, trying to remember, trying to Remember everything, trying to remember who Lance McClain was, or who he is.

Who was Lance McClain? Who was the face in the mirror, who was he? Only he knew who he was, but he could only remember a few things, like his name, Coran, and that's about it. He didn't understand why people were being nice, he didn't understand why, that's when he assembled from his bed, exited his room and started walking around. That's when he found himself in the hall of memory's.

//this isn't an actual place in the castle of lions but I thought this would go best for the subject matter//

//play song//

Walking around, caught in a gaze, of the halls mystery, many moments of his life, people he seemed to almost remember, things he remembers, songs he once sang. He saw a Cuban woman, smiling down at him, she was his mother. He saw his sisters, and brothers. One by one everything was smooth, all of this new information came at once. All of the laughter of a young Cuban boy, all of the tickle feasts, all of the secrets he had been told, not one told. Some days he didn't know what he felt, others, he seemed to not feel at all. Memory's of Earth came back to lance, but before anything else could happen the corridors lights burned down, the walls began to slim and the ceiling began to fall, it was all out of a Indiana Jones movie, it was so real, yet so fake, it was just different, without thinking he legged it to the other side of the corridor, once reached the voice spoke. "You Lance McClain have great potential within you, you just have to forget your mind and follow your pulse" and that was all, confusion was he felt, confusion was everything. Everything up to here made sense, why he was the way he was, why he felt alone, why he was in space, aliens, laughs, guilt, sadness. Everything made sense except, except Keith.