Theo had been looking at his journal, tracing the words from the person who had commented with a finger but looking distant. It was highly possible that even he didn't know where he was at that moment... something about the words, the way the person had spoken made him think about... strange things.
A tall tower, a large hall, people and long tables and... classrooms?
He knew he'd been to school but it was so difficult to remember things. Where had his rooms been? His favourite teacher? His worst subject? It distressed him sometimtes, the way he didn't know these things that he knew he should know. It just made him realise how big the chunks of his missing memories were and he could only wonder what else he was missing.
His door opened and he turned, because it wasn't time for dinner and he'd just come back from therapy so why was the door opening, the door shouldn't be opening, that was wrong, wrong... "..wrong..." he murmured as the stranger stared a him.
Wrong. This was no stranger. No, this person he knew, though he didn't know how. And that was his name from strange lips; he licked his own like he as getting a taste off and he didn't know why. "I used to be someone." he started, conversationally. "He knew someone, they looked a lot like you." He tilted his head, his uncut hair falling over his face carelessly. "He isn't here anymore." he murmured, curling up in the chair smaller than he had any right to be, balancing there like a cat and putting his fingers in his mouth to chew on the nails.