Then…am I alone? Surely there are others in this state?
And if there aren't—if you must endure this change without support, without friendship…what then? You have a sense that you had friends once—a family, perhaps—but they too have been lost, along with your name. Along with your life.
Is this death? Really? You do not feel the blank-slate purity of a being beginning its existence, or of a total amnesiac. Something came before this state; instinctively, you know this. But it eludes you.
From the look of the sky, dawn is still several hours away. You feel neither fatigue nor cold. You do not hunger or thirst. You need nothing.
But you remember nothing of the life you surely once led. You remember nobody. You have no place to go.