Keith raced along for what must have been hours, finally pulling off the road a few towns over. He could see a city from where he was, but it wasn't registering anything. Keith wasn't even thinking, just moving along. He wasn't tried or hungry, or anything, just a numb, void mass moving along. It would have scared him, but his emotions were looked away. Everything was locked away, logic, emotions, and the more he tried to remember, the less that came to him. What was his name? Where was he? Keith knew this was bad, but he seemed unable to panic, or care at all.<br/><br/>All that he could clearly remember was a question. "Why are you doing this?" He pondered and speculated, but all he could get was an image of a blonde woman, but she was walking away from him. "I know her, but why is she walking away?" Keith was almost lost in thought as the sky slowly began to grow dark, but no memories, no brilliant mind, not emotions. Nothing was being triggered, and it just seemed as if the more he tried, the more everything slipped away from him. Soon, he decided to find a place to sit as he thought he felt a little sick. Just than, his pocket was ringing, and when he reached into it and pulled out a cell phone, he almost didn't know what to do with it. "Who's calling me?" He shrugged and answered "Hello?"