Amnesiac
You head back into the bedroom and inspect the pictures closely.
There's a few of them, but the quality isn't very high so it's hard to make out who's who.
In the first one, a young person with straight brown hair smiles politely at the camera. You can only assume it's yourself. Next to you is a red-haired girl, hair in curls and grinning like a goof. Strangely, there seems to be a third person in the picture that was cut out, not very well apparently. All the pictures shared this trait. The next photo was of you with a black haired boy, arms around each others necks and smiling happily, again with the third person cropped out. The third and final photo was all three of them. There were several people cropped out of this one, and they all seemed to be standing behind the children.
Who the hell are the red-haired gal and that black-haired boy? What do they mean about my past?
Your gears start turning rapidly, when you get another blinding head-ache.
God. Are these going to be an issue for the rest of my existence? I probably would've been better off just dying on the floor then.
Heading back to the living room, you sit down and the pain subsides. It's getting late. You should probably go to bed soon, when-
R-r-ring!! R-r-ring!!
A phone starts ringing.
Shit. Who the hell would want to call me?
No, more importantly, where the fuck is my phone?
It sounds like it's coming from either the bedroom or the small dining area next to it. God. Where would past Marlo leave their phone? Probably in the...
There's a few of them, but the quality isn't very high so it's hard to make out who's who.
In the first one, a young person with straight brown hair smiles politely at the camera. You can only assume it's yourself. Next to you is a red-haired girl, hair in curls and grinning like a goof. Strangely, there seems to be a third person in the picture that was cut out, not very well apparently. All the pictures shared this trait. The next photo was of you with a black haired boy, arms around each others necks and smiling happily, again with the third person cropped out. The third and final photo was all three of them. There were several people cropped out of this one, and they all seemed to be standing behind the children.
Who the hell are the red-haired gal and that black-haired boy? What do they mean about my past?
Your gears start turning rapidly, when you get another blinding head-ache.
God. Are these going to be an issue for the rest of my existence? I probably would've been better off just dying on the floor then.
Heading back to the living room, you sit down and the pain subsides. It's getting late. You should probably go to bed soon, when-
R-r-ring!! R-r-ring!!
A phone starts ringing.
Shit. Who the hell would want to call me?
No, more importantly, where the fuck is my phone?
It sounds like it's coming from either the bedroom or the small dining area next to it. God. Where would past Marlo leave their phone? Probably in the...