Seven
Another Door OpensEveryday more memories flooded my brain, memories of C.E.C.I.L. and of home. Sometimes I recalled ordinary childhood moments. Other times strange thoughts filled my head like random, highlighted words in a history book from the compound. The sudden deluge of returned knowledge made me wonder if my recollections were real or part of an active imagination.
“By the way,” I grunted as my sister helped me to open a door at the far end of the lower level hallway. “Ben is what Caleb used to call you.” The vision replayed again as I solved the mystery of one of the few memories she recalled. The memory wasn't important, but I hoped it would spark more.
Beth stopped working and wrinkled her nose. “How do you know?” Sweat covered her red cheeks.
“A dream reminded me. Cal
