"Where am I? Why is it so cold?" These questions were in the forefront of Lamar's mind.  He crossed his long, dark arms. Being skinny had its disadvantages, like when in a forest in the winter and you don't know where you are. It also didn't help that the government had shaved his head, and given him a tattoo of a number that read 97628. He blinked his brown eyes, trying to remember what he was doing. "Well, I should probably find out if anyone else is here."  Lamar concentrated for a few minutes, and then started walking forward. He turned left, and saw a female. "Hello..." he paused for a few seconds, "Keeta."