Finding Your Place

He'd been here for who knows how long, watching the vague forms of the people he thinks he's supposed to love go past blankly. He would sit and stay where he always had been. Why try to get up and run from the white blankness that he knew would loop him right back to where he is no matter where he runs? His bland eyelights follow the form of one of the people he thinks is his loved one. It's hard to tell when all he knows is that this is where he's supposed to be and that this is all there is. At least, that's what he thought until his world crumbled beneath him, and he was pulled into new worlds he could have never imagined existing, let alone in need of his saving.