caston109

Try as he might, he slept fitfully. Images and sounds kept going in and out of focus, snatches of conversation with faces that he recognized but could not place the names. They had to be memories, but they shouldn't have made sense. Bits and pieces jumped out at him. A strong voice and curly blond hair, blue eyes and a sharp nose, shiny shoes and a deep thrumming sound, like what he had heard when he woke up in...wherever this place was. He looked behind him, and saw a sea of gigantic hands, all clapping like thunder. Clapping for them, he was sure of it! He stood up on two legs, and howled, goading them on, and they applauded even harder! Th