8th Note

[thewildone]

[Accidental video post]

[The boy in the bed is smaller than Curt-sized and wearing a white hospital gown.  He stirs and opens his eyes, only looking more confused as he becomes more awake.]

Where am I?

[He speaks quietly, to himself, but there's just enough of older!Curt in his voice that those familiar with him should be able to make the connection.]

Hello?  Is there anyone here?

[He gets up and stumbles around the apartment, knocking over the device in the process, and it shuts off.]

Comments

voice;

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

I see. I should be in New York.

Adrian.

voice;

[thewildone]

Hi. Why do you know my name? I've been...forgetting things.

voice;

[caughtthebullet.livejournal.com]

Someone has to watch out for you when that happens, although it occurred to me forgetting your own name would be farfetched.

voice;

[thewildone]

Well, that's partly why I'm not supposed to leave...I mean, well, it doesn't matter, I wouldn't forget something like that.

I hope whoever lives here doesn't mind if I eat their chips.