Clyde strolled down the halls of the ship in silence, thinking about the days events with silent interest. It was at this point that he realized he was lost, and shrugged as he continued on his way. "Eh, if the aliens get me, so be it. What's life without any memory?" Clyde thought to himself as he leaned against the wall, sighing deeply as he realized the only thing he knew of his life was his name. "I don't even have memories to miss, I'm more lost inside then out."