text: An overwhelming sense of beauty and awe befell the young J, so cooped and restricted in the oppression of the empty Tower for so long, that to be standing here at its peak looking out at the gray skies, it felt as though he would float away Tears had streamed his face before, hot, unwelcoming tears, but this was new, for once he was crying not out of despair or greif like he had so many times, instead he was crying tears of joy, laughing as he did so, giggling and wailing like a child at the world, his skin exposed to the clarity of the world, amazingly beautiful, unbearably free. The two had led J and his dear friend here, young Wade and Mae, their liberators, it was now that he seeked answers, to know the nature of this tower at the edge of nowhere, if J had a life before, if he might have one after, what to expect if he did. However, most importantly of all, he wanted to know where the pair had come from, and where they fit in with the wide open vaccant landscape that rolled before his very eyes, curling away in the setting sun. As if reading his mind, Wade spoke, "We have been searching this tower for a little over two days now. It was originally a brief sight of it in the distance that drew us in." He paused for a moment, sighing through his nose. "This place is huge, deep too, we started at the base and tried going down, but there was no end to our delve and we were forced to turn back. The next day, we climbed the stairs, finding a room full of keys, each labeled to each sector, the one we found you in was H." J slightly recoiled, thinking hard but remaining silent, urging Wade to continue. "We searched everywhere, but in each room we looked, we only found the frozen bodies of men and women who seemed to freeze to death in their freezers" "Suicide..." Mae added. "It was an awful sight," Wade went on, "But finding sector H, we heard a cry, yourself, and released you from captivity, we never thought we'd find another person in this place, never mind two." J tried to smile, he knew he should, it felt right, but there was a lingering discomfort, even anger, though he didn't know at what. "What is this place?" J asked, holding his scarred hands to his chest. "We are unsure, clearly a prison of some sort, what do you remember?" Simon spoke bitterly, "Nothing." "Nothing?" Mae said, astonished. "Not a thing," J remarked, "Our names, if that's what these words are, but quite literally nothing else." Wade and Mae frowned at one another and seemed to agree upon something in secret. "We have a station set up at the base of the tower, we have another person there, he's running scans of the architecture of this place, trying to place its origin and possible creator, but he's come back with nothing so far. We have warm food, a place to sleep, clothes, you should come with us, we can help you get out of here." "Sounds great." Simon said in an instant, but J looked down at his marked hands, long wide scars decorating his pale skin. He spoke. "I want to help you. I want to know why I'm here." Wade smiled, and said, at once, "Then come and get a shirt on, it's much too cold to be here like that.