On the 11th light, the bearded man brought me somewhere else. Another place. With more rooms.
It felt familiar. The bathroom had red in it. A smiling bearded man painted onto the mirror, next to it, shattered shards.
I took the shiny sharp things. I was clumsy. The bearded man took them from me.
His name was Rhett. He was my friend. Through 51 lights, he stayed with me. Brought me to new rooms. I slowly regained my speech. I talked to Rhett. I asked him things. If he had a girlfriend. He chuckled everytime.
By the 385th light, or "Day" as I learned, I learned that I had been in an accident. Rhett was with me. I saved his life. We dated. Stuff happened. When I asked him about our past he told me. He told me every single story, adventure, from the first grade, to Jessie, a girl that he regretted. Apparently Rhett did something bad. I tried to kill myself.
He brought me to a studio. He said that it was our job. I told me how we created a company. How we filmed videos. I watched every single video. I watched two men disintegrate into sadness. One, being me.
On the 666th day, I regained all my memory. I was ashamed at what I had done. But I wasn't the same person.
I told Rhett that we were going to work today. He looked happy.
"HE'S BACK!"
With a smile, I said "Let's talk about it."
