His eyes opened with a start and all he saw was darkness. He thought he may have gone blind until he managed to make out shape of something among the shadows, looked like it would have been a light bulb if it were on. He sat up, dizziness overcoming him. Was he in a garage? Why was there a bed?
The realization that he didn’t have any answers hit him with a sudden force great enough to knock the wind out of his lungs. He searched deeper: where was he yesterday? The day before? Nothing came to the surface so he tried for something more basic: where is home?
His eyes began to sting with tears.
Did he have a home?
He tried for something even more basic: what was his name? His head ached so badly that he could feel his pulse in his temples, but still, not even his name was offered to him.
“Hello?” he called to the darkness, trying to sit up again only to get hit with another’s round of dizziness, this time accompanied with nausea. He crumpeled onto his side, terrified, and he heard a door open on the far side of the room.