He sat alone with nothing but darkness surrounding him.
Like a madman, he murmured constantly to himself, repeating the same thing over and over again, almost like he was trying to convince himself to believe what he was saying.
"My name is Alexander Rey, husband of Isabella and father to Mary-Jane. I am from Earth and I am a special operative for the US government."
He did not dare to stop for even a moment, almost like he was scared that if he did, he would no longer be able to recall the things he spoke of.
And so he continued, even when he had no memories to back up the things he mentioned, even when the concept of a planet different from Eventide was foreign to him.
He did not stop.
***
Alex opened his eyes to find himself staring at a lavishly decorated ceiling.
Blinking repeatedly, he sat up to find that he was also lying in a king-sized bed that was indeed made for a king.