The ground was moist underneath him. The sun was bright above him. The noises were swirling around him. Panicked cries of parents and children alike and stunned onlookers who could do nothing but stare in shock were all around him. His head was so foggy. The last he remembered was seeing that girl with the read hair like Neasaw... what was her name, Pierrette? Even that seemed foggy. So foggy.

On instinct he attempted to move himself to a sitting position, but groaned and flopped backwards in exhaustion. His body was too tired to move, refused to move, despite Ignacio's yearning to get up and figure out when the skies had gone bright again. He remembered something of being... a leader, on a warpath, Melody dead, Lucas dead like him, a monster like him, like Grayson, like a monster...

Ignacio looked at his hands with a vague smile. It was good to see that his humanity hadn't been a dream.

"Besame el culo!"

No. Way.

"Mr. Araya, sir..."

"We're going to see our son whether you want us to or not."

Ignacio picked out one particular voice with a strong ringing accent and couldn't help lifting his body up again. He propped himself on his elbows and tried to keep his body up despite nausea, squinting his eyes at the man in the distance. Jet black hair. Slightly tanned skin. Piercing hazel eyes. That was... that was his father.

Baldomero Ignacio Araya. Baldomero. That was who the man was; all the memories were flooding back to him now. This was the father he had forgotten while in the school. Barren Pines. Barren Pines which was a joke. He knew that. He knew that all too well. He had been part of the terrible joke.

A bitter smile crossed his face before his arms gave out and he flopped into the moist grass again. Before his body could fully settle, though, he felt strong arms wrap around him in a stranglehold, with a gentle voice cooing, "My baby, my baby, my baby... Ignacio, Ignacio, we thought, we thought you were..."

Ignacio's bright yellow eyes flicked over to the side. Yellow eyes, red hair, freckles all across her cheeks and a strong physique... this was his mother. Lorna McLaughlin-Araya, right? How was it that he remembered them now and not before? This school was such a living, breathing monster that it was sucking all of their memories away to fuel itself.

"Hermano!"

A stock of black hair with bright yellow eyes and tanned skin was clinging hard to his leg. "You aren't gone for the long time! I knew! I knew, hermano! I stopped them, from taking your stuff, hermano! You'd be back for it!"

Who was that? In his foggy state, it was even harder to remember. Ignacio attempted to push himself away from his mother to get a better look (and failed, of course). But then it came to him. "Raina, it's good to see you," came a rasped voice. His smile was vague, but it was there. His little sister, she had remembered him. It was nice, to be remembered.

There were so many questions to ask. What had happened in the two months he was gone? How had he gotten out of the school? Where was everyone? Where was Melody, sweet dead Melody? Had she come back? Where was Grayson? He needed to get his Grayson. His Grayson? Being possessive over friends was weird. Ignacio shook his head to clear his jumbled thoughts, but that just made him dizzy.

And he fainted in his mother's arms out of pure exhaustion.