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My eyes looked upon an alleyway. It was dark, maybe around 1:20 a.m., I couldn’t tell nonetheless. Where was I? This place seems familiar, but at the same time it does not. Gazing up at the sky I saw the stars and a few clouds. The unchanged feeling of “I’ve been here before” did not go away.

After what seemed like an eternity I found myself out in a city street. Every so often there was a streetlight illuminating the ground, but most of them were out of order and no longer provided light. What seemed to be out of habit, I placed my hands in my pockets and walked the sidewalk. Pages of newspaper were quite plentiful upon the ground, doors and windows were boarded up. It was evident to me that this place was either dilapidated or I’m in the bad part of where ever I am. However, as I walked under one of the few working streetlights I looked toward a shop window. I expected to see metal.

What I saw was rather the opposite. Living flesh greeted me as a face I have not seen in over five years, an appearance that was lost from my memory until recently. My human face with its dark brown hair, and emerald green eyes stared right back at me, piercing though my core. Such a surprise was inflicted upon me that I was forced to take a step away. As I looked once more though, the rest of my person was hazy and out of focus.

Was this a dream? Or is this something else? I found a bench to sit down upon, both so that I could unwind and brood over these developments. Ever since the first gleam of memory about who I truly was broke though the seemingly solid past I had believed for five years, I wondered who I really was. Am I who I think I am? Before I could answer though, my consciousness seemed to slip.

In an instant I was found staring at my desk back home. I saw a faint overlay in my eyes. I was Unreal once more. After lifting my head up, a sheet of parchment was rested upon the desk. Skimming over what was printed upon it my mind knew what it was and what it said. The outcome of the most recent tests regarding my memories was there, staring at me.

No matter how hard I tried, I was missing a key fragment of memories. It was a two year episode between when I was a human and when I was a fox. Why won’t my memories give that up? Did something ensue throughout that time that was so disquieting that my subconscious locked it away? There were times that I was frightened to know what did occur. I felt heavy with grief at my failure to discover this time what had happened.

This vision, if that is what it could be called, was still there in the back of my head. It clawed at my core, screaming with its very existence. I knew that this would not be the last time I saw events like this transpire. The question now is: Am I ready?