WHO: Canton Everett Delaware III & Lilly Desange WHAT: Amnesia seems to be ripe in the air today, but if you wake up with a kid, it's got to be yours. Right? WHEN: March 11th; Morning WHERE: Canton (& Clint)'s apartment RATING: PG STATUS: In Progress
It shouldn't have felt as odd as it did, those few moments float in the air before coming into full consciousness were always as empty as they were full, but as Canton Everett Delaware III opened this eyes, all thoughts of dreams or relaxation or anything which might have been lulling him moments before disappeared to be replaced with a few singular thoughts. Where am I? Who am I? What is going on? Shooting up in the bed, Canton's eyes scanned the bedroom. There was a sense of familiarity in his surroundings, but beyond that, he couldn't place a thing, couldn't mentally acquire a location, or even sort out how he'd gotten here in the first place. As far as Canton was concerned that bed was the first place he had begun existing even if that made absolutely no sense in his mind.
Pushing himself to his feet, he took a slow, deep breath, turning over the possibilities in his mind until he reached a logical conclusion. He must have suffered some sort of head trauma. Sever blows were known to cause all sorts of complications up to and including memory loss, and if that had happened, it could very well be possible that this had been happening for awhile now. Or his memory could have simply fled because of a shift in his brain or body chemistry. It was impossible to say for sure what had caused it, but the best place to start Canton figured was trying to sort out what he could about his life.
Moving from the bedroom and into the living area, it didn't take him too long to realize that he wasn't alone, and there was only one thing that could make a mess this severe and toy laden.