Keith's mind was racing, trying to recall everything. the more of his life he remembered, the more he wondered if having his memory back was so great after all. He seemed to have lived a life of nothing but pain, and yet he persisted for a reason unbeknownst to himself. Maybe if he recalled the reason, things would be more clear. The ride to the edge of the forest didn't ring any bells, he didn't remember ever coming here, or hearing what she had to tell Marcus. He parked where she told him to and then awaited her arrival. Keith was a bit on edge, nervous, and even a bit scared, not at all composed. His memories slowed in their recall, so he was left with more questions than answers again.<br/><br/>Keith didn't remember why he was scared of the dark, or his own metal capacity to out smart his own fears, so the longer he waited, the more fearful and anxious he became. Small sounds scared him, the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze, of the sound of a squirrel running through the brush, everything had him on edge.