For the next few days Touya was being put through various tests in the hospital. They made scans of his brain and body. He was being questioned, they took blood and did other stuff which he did not understand. At some point the police came to question him. Even his picture was taken. Yet, none of it all shed any light upon who he was or where he was from. From the medical tests all results indicated that he was just a normal, healthy human. And from the police he only got to know that he was unknown to them. This also meant that at least he was not a known criminal either. For now he was being put up as something that was explained to him as a ‘lost & found’ case, opposite to a missing person case.<br/>Since he was now conscious he could pretty much take care of himself. It was also the first time that he saw himself in the mirror. What he saw in the reflection did not give him an unfamiliar feeling. The discovery of his tattoos was actually pleasant. One of the few things that were not so pleasant was that the bathroom could not be locked from the inside. A few times a nurse would walk right in when he was taking a shower. Touya did not think much of it, only that it was slightly rude of the nurses to have such poor timing.<br/>Without any physical injury it was not possible for Touya to stay in the hospital. After all thinkable tests did not get any usable results with relation to his memory loss or identity, he had to leave. They did not kick him out to the streets with nothing, that could ruin the nice image of the hospital and the facade that the police tries to uphold as friendly helpers. Some politicians also had to get mixed up in it. Some way or another, Touya got a little room in a rundown apartment complex with some old furniture that seemed to have come straight from the dumpster although still usable. He also got a small budget for daily necessities. From the start it was made clear that this was no charity. He was expected to pay back all expenses, from the rent for the apartment, the price of the furniture and some clothes, to the small budget, without leaving anything out. Seemingly they were not as nice as to just gift him it all. The only charity they had for him was that they did not charge any interest. From one day to another he was moved from the busy hospital to this small room. There he was left to his own devices.<br/>Touya looked around his new ‘home’. There was not much to see, only the most necessary furniture was placed in the small one room apartment. A wobbling table with a single chair in the corner next to the only window. A mattress in another corner with blankets was going to be his bed. The little cabinet next to the mattress held his few clothing donations and some underwear. A camping cooking set with some gas was stowed next to the door. Somehow with the sunlight shining through the dusty window it seemed peaceful. Touya sat down on the chair and looked out of the window. He didn’t feel that his situation was bad. He knew he had to think about what to do from now on but for now he relaxed while looking down at the streets below him.