new beginning; (flashback)
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Felix woke up slowly, first becoming aware of the sound of chirping birds and wind stirring tree branches, as well as the hard feeling of wooden slats against his back. When he finally opened his eyes, the night sky stretched above him, just a few stars visible. He sat up slowly, looking around. He did not know how he had gotten there, or why he was there. For that matter, what was his name? He shoved his hands into his pockets, searching for something, but he came up with just a few gum wrappers and chapstick.
That was when he started to panic. He had no wallet or phone, he did not remember his name or where he lived or who he was at all. He did not remember what had led to him waking up on a park bench in the first place. Was he homeless? Had he been mugged? Had he fallen and hit his head? He lifted a hand to check for injuries, but his face and head seemed fine.
Well, what now? He pursed his lips, wiping his sleeve across his eyes. He wasn’t some lost little kid (right?). He wasn’t just going to sit there and cry. He was going to do... something. Maybe he could go to the police. Or maybe-
He jumped a bit when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and he pressed himself into the corner of the bench, as if that was going to protect him or something. “W-Who’s there?”
