"Hey son"
I thought I was dead but with a familiar sound which I could swear I've never heard, my consciousness came back and my eye opened to a space of darkness, a little fire was lit and sucked in the darkness, revealing the inside of a small cabin, with a wooden table and chair to one side of the wall, a low bed to the adjacent side of the wall and a fireplace opposite it. In front of the low bed appeared a fine man, with black hair, a white beard, and red eyes. He looked at me with compassion in his eyes and touched my cheek gently, I could feel my emotions rise but was convinced enough that they weren't mine.
My head ached once more but this time it was different, I was losing my sense of self as his memories came gushing into my head.
