Holmen woke up in his old house. It was nostalgic and it hurt. However, he did not make any haste decisions. He decided to analyze the situation before making any hasty decisions. He sat in his old bed and looked at the house he once called home. This was what it looked like before…
After a while, he woke up and walked to the door. He opened it and walked outside. He was not afraid and neither was he careful. For some unknown reason, he could tell that whoever put him in this state, did not mean him any harm. And if he was right, this was a memory. What he did not know was whose memory this belonged to.
Rapid footsteps came from behind him and he got out of the way just in time to see someone young. The young figure dashed and disappeared into the direction he was heading to. Holmen im
