The last thing that Morpheus remember was flying through the air and hitting a tree, then everything faded away he was lost in a dark place in his mind and was losing more and more. Till he stood in the darkness an empty shell of who he once was and even that was lost to him as he forgot who he was. Sitting in the darkness he tried to reach out and find himself but there was nothing there to grab but darkness. He frowned and called out into the darkness trying to find a way out of this dark world where nothing changed.

He sighed as he sat in the darkness resigned to waiting for something to change he closed his eyes trying to calm his thoughts so he could find a way to be someone even though he wasn't sure who that someone was just yet. He felt something in himself but it was just out of his reach somewhere in the darkness of his mind. In the world outside his mind, Clayton lay in a bed with monitors hooked to his body keeping track of his blood pressure and keeping him alive as he lay lost in his coma.

Days went on as Clay laid there trying to piece together something that was sorta like a mind in the darkness, trying to find a light to follow so he could wake up. If there was a place to wake up to. Perhaps he was already dead and just didn't know it yet. Clayton's body was covered in healing wounds the medical staff assumed he had been robbed and attacked since his wallet was not found with him. Leaving the medical staff with no information about him. It was 2 weeks before Clayton started waking up and the progress was slow before he finally opened his eyes.

Confused and lost still he frowned, he couldn't remember his own name and no one could tell him much about what had happened and what he would do once he was discharged from the hospital. New healing scars littering his body. How had this happened and who I am? The questions on his mind going on forever. Questions he wondered if they would ever be answered or if he would just have to figure out how to start from scratch. Without ever knowing who he had once been. Once he was awake the hospital started trying to find someone who might know who he was so there would be someone to help him regain some of his memories.

He couldn't say if he wanted that or dreaded the thought, after all, he had been beaten up pretty badly was his old life something he should return to or was he better off finding a new life, new friends? There were so many questions and it seemed there were no answers to be found. He sighed out deeply and got out of bed his legs feeling weak as he went to do some laps to try to regain some muscle strength.