Present
For a few long moments, Logan sat on his bed lost in thought. The problem of his memory loss and hallucinations were getting to him. He was starting to feel decidedly uncomfortable even in his own skin. He started at the time on his clock and it read half seven. Today was Friday and he didn't feel like going into school. In fact, he didn't feel like leaving his bed not to talk of the house. But he had to do something. What if he forgot something important or started to forget years of his life. With that though in mind he picked up his phone and called the school. He knew that there was very little chance that anyone was there yet, so he wasn’t surprised when he got the machine. He just left a message saying that he wouldn’t be coming in till Monday.
With a sigh, he trudged do
