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[Fletcher is sitting in the cafeteria, picking at a plate of food. It's not that it's bad; it's just that he hasn't been really hungry since he first woke up here. There doesn't seem to be much point in anything if everything he knows was a lie. Even alchemy, his secret life ambition, is really an old and discredited science.
He knows he has to stop being so down. Somewhere out there, his family is waiting for him to remember everything and come home to them. Somewhere out there, Russel (he hopes) is probably heartbroken at the idea that Fletcher doesn't remember growing up by his side. Moping won't get him anywhere. But he doesn't know how to stop.
So he keeps poking at his breakfast. And he makes one resolution: Today, at least, he's not going to cry.]