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I sneezed, and sneezed. Then again, a powerful burst of air fired from the back of my throat, forming a phlegmy propulsion through the air at a sixty miles an hour towards the unfortunate commuter in front of me. Funny, it only took the mere thought of last night's pepper steak to trigger this attack.
The grey blocks lining the wall, that made up the wall, that held each other together and remained strong for the better half of a century, were finally crumbling under the power of the invaders. Their destruction, and that of those within, were imminent.
The silken threads of night wove through the forest branches, as slivers of moonlight gave every leaf a translucent emerald glow.
A sickly-looking gas curled up in front of us, wispy tendrils reaching out from the grate as it spread into the room with poisonous intent.
I hopped onto the uneven metal platform just as the cogs underneath came to life, creaking slowly at first then more smoothly, and soon I was flying past the desert landscape on this peculiar transport.
It was dark outside. The person attending to him was different, now a young nurse with "Danielle" pinned to the front of her uniform. Although her motions were gentle, Joseph found himself wishing she hadn't succeeded the kindly old woman, the one who would hold his hand, Grace, was it?
The single syllable went on repeat in his mind, as he tried to fathom what meaning might lie behind the name, the person, the one who sat beside him with all the patience in the world.
The flood of memories surged, as more faces and names swam into Joseph's mind, but the tide began to wane and lap away, as they gradually disappeared. It might have been better not to have remembered, that he would not have to bear the punishment of losing them again.
Grace!
"Grace!"
The elderly woman turned to look at Joseph directly, and crinkles of a benevolence too long unseen met that of Joseph's. His recent discovery from endless hours of fruitlessly searching his memories bore a peculiar joy unique, and for once in a very long time he felt at home.
Joseph asked his mind, "What have you done with my past? Where did all my memories go? Is that Grace beside me? But I can't remember, who is she?"
He received no answers.
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