So, this was his home. He pondered that briefly and looked about at all the elegant shelves where so many books sat huddled like little universes waiting to be opened up to curious eyes. Could he even read? He wasn't really sure. He knew general facts but it was when he tried to get into specifics that he began to have trouble.<br/><br/>He noticed the length of pale leg and it sent a warm shiver throughout his body as he gazed at that exposed thigh briefly before she covered herself. He noticed then how her cheeks burned scarlet and wondered what the big deal was.<br/><br/>And he was also getting a strong sense of déjà vu and he didn't like it. It felt as if he had had this exact conversation more than once before. But this woman seemed kind. She had reached out and grasped his sleeve, so he wondered if they were familiar with each other. There were a lot of things he didn't understand about the present scenario, but he agreed that his mother could likely offer some sort of explanation as to why he was experiencing these things.<br/><br/>In a way it felt as if he had awoken from a deep sleep and had snapped back to reality. But had that happened before? Would it happen again? A wave of nausea passed through him and the world swam before his eyes. He dropped to his knees and groaned. Was he damned to forever live in a cycle of waking up and going back to sleep ad nauseam? This couldn't be any way to live.<br/><br/>"I don't like this," he said, impertinently. "This....has this happened before? You seem to know me. Tell me!" Forgoing any semblance of formality, he reached out and grasped her shoulders. "Is this all my life is? Forgetting and briefly coming back to life? Am I damned to suffer this for the rest of my years?"