Of all the questions Mel could have asked, his query over food seemed insignificant, but Drake would humor him. The boy's eyebrows furrowed as he squinted and tried to concentrate. He had spent all night trying to regain his memories to no avail, but maybe, just maybe...
A subtle headache started to form.
"I really can't remember much at all," he replied, frustrated, "It's all a blur-"
The boy paused as a memory flashed across his mind briefly. A flicker. There wasn't much context, just faint smells of sweat syrup wafting through the air and a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest. There was a man holding a tray of waffles... Or were they pancakes? It was hard to tell, but the memory certainly wasn't negative. In fact, it brought joy to the boy and light to his eyes.
Like memories of home.
The man... That's...
It was Soren. He had baked a delicious breakfast for the Wanderers as he often did. There were others indulging in the home-cooked meal, their faces blurred but very clearly happy.
The memory had come quickly, and just as it had come, then it was gone.
Drake stood there for a moment before realizing he had stopped. He was swift to apologize and catch up. "Sorry. Er... We did. Have real food, I mean. Waffles, pancakes, the whole lot."
This was his first memory since he'd woken up... It wasn't much, but it was a start.
Finally, he was making progress.
A subtle headache started to form.
"I really can't remember much at all," he replied, frustrated, "It's all a blur-"
The boy paused as a memory flashed across his mind briefly. A flicker. There wasn't much context, just faint smells of sweat syrup wafting through the air and a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest. There was a man holding a tray of waffles... Or were they pancakes? It was hard to tell, but the memory certainly wasn't negative. In fact, it brought joy to the boy and light to his eyes.
Like memories of home.
The man... That's...
It was Soren. He had baked a delicious breakfast for the Wanderers as he often did. There were others indulging in the home-cooked meal, their faces blurred but very clearly happy.
The memory had come quickly, and just as it had come, then it was gone.
Drake stood there for a moment before realizing he had stopped. He was swift to apologize and catch up. "Sorry. Er... We did. Have real food, I mean. Waffles, pancakes, the whole lot."
This was his first memory since he'd woken up... It wasn't much, but it was a start.
Finally, he was making progress.