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Lloyd walks in, uncrossing his arms and looking around.
As he comes to a stop, he crosses his arms again. "Let's say you've lost your memory, though you remember a few random images from a past that is otherwise lost Let's say you want to start getting your memory back. Fast. What questions do you ask first?"
"And while you all answer that question, I have another one. Is anyone here good at sewing?" He holds up his arms, where there are identical cuts in the fabric. Holding the cuts close to eachother, it would seem as though they had both been made in one quick cut. "I don't remember how or when, but someone tore my sleeves..."
As he comes to a stop, he crosses his arms again. "Let's say you've lost your memory, though you remember a few random images from a past that is otherwise lost Let's say you want to start getting your memory back. Fast. What questions do you ask first?"
"And while you all answer that question, I have another one. Is anyone here good at sewing?" He holds up his arms, where there are identical cuts in the fabric. Holding the cuts close to eachother, it would seem as though they had both been made in one quick cut. "I don't remember how or when, but someone tore my sleeves..."