"Alright, thank you, Erika. I'll stay right here." Keith put his phone away and then just stood there. It was getting dark and a bit chilly, but Keith truly didn't care. For all intensive purposes, he was just like a doll. There was no emotion, no feeling, no expression. This would have bothered Keith, but he just didn't care, or even remember how to. He almost wondered if this amnesia was a blessing. What if he had a shitty life? What if this woman he loved just didn't feel the same way? Why else would he have run off? But, on the other hand, why would his life be shitty? He was still alive, he clearly had a friend in his corner who was worried about him, and he was in love.<br/><br/>The flashing of images that suddenly ran through his mind were a hurricane of incoherent thoughts and words. He heard a woman's voice calling him useless and pathetic, and a man burning his arm somehow. It flashed to people hurting him for no reason, pushing him around and hitting him. Keith hit the ground in pain, the feeling of despair and agony crippling him. He saw flashing Ted and blue lights, but didn't know if they were real or something in his mind. He swore he heard more voices, but just couldn't make them out. He was shaking and his eyes were squeezed shut.