Everything felt the same but each thing that happened to him felt as if he was seeing it for the first time. This was grass. This was an oak tree, that was the Statue of Liberty, and this was a car. Each and every time he was filled with the same feeling of wonder and awe before a sudden surge of images filled his mind. He had seen grass countless times, oak trees the same. The fact he hadn't known what these simply things were until the name was given made him feel...hollow. He was missing something important. It was embarrassing, harrowing, it made him feel like an idiot because even though he was smart, he did not know how he become that way. He didn't even know that clothes were clothes until they had been given a name. Then the awe came, then the remembrance, then the embarrassment.<br/><br/>Riding in a black car, no distinct details setting it apart from civilian cars, Diego would have appeared to be simply a rich young man being driven by an aging, probably British, driver. Diego knew that he was heading to some sort of house. He wasn't allowed to go there by taxi for fear of his companion. They feared him too much and that pleased him. The spirit wouldn't have done anything to harm the driver because that risked harming Diego. As the city faded away into suburbia, then into sparsity, Diego started to perk up. He could see something rising in the horizon as they wound their way up a small, gravelly path.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: SlateGray">What is that?</span>"<br/><br/>"Your new home."<br/><br/>Nothing came. No new old memories surged from the black in his head. He liked it, finding out something new that actually was new. The car stopped and the driver came around to open his door. Diego was helped out before his bag was removed from the trunk and placed alongside him. The driver simply patted him in the shoulder before getting back into his car and driving off, leaving Diego to gawk at the gate as it opened on its own.<br/><br/>Diego was dressed in fine clothes. They had been provided for him. A t-shirt and crisp new jeans with a jacket placed over it, one that was rather thick for the warm weather. Diego said he needed something to keep him warm. As he dragged his bag behind him, the skinny man knocked on the door softly. He could hear voices inside but he did not want to accidentally interrupt anything. Torn over whether to knock again, his hand formed a timid fist as the door creaked open in cheesy horror movie fashion.<br/><br/>The young man gasped before collecting himself and entering with his small bag. He was at a loss for words. He hadn't been in a room with this many people before and he felt like a deer caught in the headlights of an eighteen wheeler. The door shut behind him as a timid smile formed on his face. "<span style="color: SlateGray">Erm...h-hello. It is a p-pleasure to meet all of you.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>