Images observed and re-observed, memories brought back to the forefront on consciousness and yet nothing seemed to help. Here Sun could see a sterile building with many official looking people observing him, then the officials were suddenly enemies in his mind. Another image of home and of the black menace from the sky coming down and taking him away. A flood of images filled his mind almost to capacity, people, places, events, all mingling into one noise, one word, "Sun." It was Sun's mentor and father figure, the head of the monastery where he grew up. They stood together in an empty plane with a slowly moving river flowing through it.<br/><br/>"Why can I not remember?"<br/><br/>His mentor simply looked at him and smiled, waving his hands about the mind construct.<br/><br/>"It may not be your time to remember, Sun. Let your mind be as a leaf gliding through the air, soon the WIND will take you where you need to go."<br/><br/>At the word "Wind," Sun's mind began to race again and he lost his focus, eyes popping open. He sat in the lotus position next to the river near the cabin, the same river that had appeared in his mind. A borderline violent wind was whipping through the surrounding trees, pulling and tugging at Sun's clothes. As Sun's mind settled, so did the wind. Sun slowly stood, looking up and enjoying the feel of the mid-day sun on his face and the smell of the forest about him. He walked here early every morning to watch the sunrise while he shaved his head, enjoying the peace and calm of the wooded area and the power of the nearby river. It was also an excellent place to meditate and search one's mind, as Sun did every morning as well. There were still very large gaps in his memory and things he did not yet understand.<br/><br/>After gathering his water gourd Sun set off back to the cabin. It was only a mile or so back and soon the voices of the others could be heard filtering through the trees. He was close enough to hear most of the conversations now and the return of those who had gone to search for food today. Haseo mentioned the theft of the cans and Sun sighed internally, knowing in good conscious he could not partake. Sun had picked berries and anything else in the forest he noted as edible while he walked and had a small meal in a pouch if need be. He broke through the outlying trees and into the cleared area where the fire burned, then took a seat on one of the surrounding logs.<br/><br/>"Hello, everyone."<br/><br/>He smiled at each of them.