Snow
Snow limped down the hallway until he reached the security. He sat on the edge of one of the swivel chairs, just sitting. He didn't know why he just left the room. Perhaps in was the uncertainty in Ashley's voice, or that he cried in front of her. Maybe it was the initial shock of having had a memory. Whatever it was, he didn't like it. He didn't like caring. He stared at the broken screens of the monitors in silence. He hated that he felt weak.
"Sam," he said the name. It tasted familiar on his tongue, but who was the kid? Was he his brother, cousin, friend, or just a stranger? It was scary. Though, he was a tad pleased that he was given a memory, but that angered him most was that he was now faced with more questions than answers.