September 1st
*sitting outside on a concrete block--something that maybe used to be a wall?--watching people walk past, trying to spot anything familiar, anything that might tell him where he is. He's still got his jar of apple jam clutched tight in his hands, because if it is the Vurt...* Might be the Vurt. But this Haunting is bad. Worse than ever. *looks down at his hands* I remember...everything.