I’ve been stood here for a while, expecting someone to show up, so far nothing. If someone is coming to meet me, how would I know if I saw them? I can’t even remember my own name, so the chance of me remembering someone elses face is not likely.
Why am I here? Back when I visited the closed down gas station in Entry Three I remember my eyes being drawn to a building in the distance, a skyscraper in the heart of the city that towered over all its surrounding buildings. After receiving a message in my helmet and travelling to where I was told to go I am now stood directly in front of that same building. The more I pay attention to its shape and structure the more it’s faint neon glow pulls me in.
For the first time since I woke up in the motel I’m feeling a connection, a familiarity with something for reasons I am not sure of, and as strange as this feels to write I am certain of one thing, I have arrived at the place I once knew.
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