Home, whatever that means, flashes before your eyes. But you cannot make out the details; it is a blur of sensation– emotion, color, sound, and predestination all in one. Your mother and father, they loved you, this much is sure… or, was it your brother who loved you… did you have a brother? False memories– no, you had a family, of some kind. This is an event, you can feel it; you had something, somewhere, with some people. You know it. You were happy and comfortable. Yes, you had creature comforts galore. You were well-looked after.
But, this life, what will become of you if you cannot recall the simplest details of your existence?
You had a life.
To your horror, it is fading.