The memory caught him mid-step and he had to catch the banister of the stairs to keep from falling, seeing nothing as the memory played out, blinded by it.
Unable to stop it, not knowing what it was, he tried to keep track of every image. The boy, what his face looked like, the man in the suit. He recognized none of them. If he was hallucinating, wouldn't it make more sense to hallucinate people he knew?
The boy had waited for someone or something who never came. When the darkness cut across everything and his vision cleared, he found himself wondering what it possibly could have been.
Then he shook it off, cold dread settling in. What the hell had just happened? He took a few more steps up the stairs, cautiously. Nothing.
He continued to climb them after that, in hopes that would be all. He was fairly sure he wasn't going insane--so it had to be something else. Something he didn't care to repeat, though.