I can remember the pain. Not the cause of the pain but the sensation of it. The fatal deadening of nerves. The great change. The Snuffing out. What lead up to that pain I can no longer fathom, or when exactly my consciousness came to in a new state.
People I could recognize. It was morning, sometime after, when they were about the place. Business hours. I went up to them, uniformed workers. There was something important I needed to tell them. But I couldn't speak. When I found the words to say no one heard them. I tried to take one woman by the hand, drag her to a place of importance. I passed right through her.
Concepts of restraint no longer had any meaning for me. I persisted at Gerbert's but no longer dwelled there. I was there but I was also not there. I no longer could interact with people or things. Humans, the living, passed right through. I was unbound by doors or walls. It took some time to regain a sense of time, a sense of continuity.
And with it, something gnawing the back of my identity that something was missing.
Whatever that was, it's hidden or removed some place I cannot find. It most likely is the latter, since I am unbound from any obstruction in Gerbert's. Whatever the case, it was a long period of barely haunting the restaurant before I could understand what I could do.
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