#disapperance

Sometimes it took a single look to bring something back.

Lately Bowen had been having all sorts of strange and different memories, flashbacks. It all started with the memory of a girl.. but now it was growing into something more, detailed, convoluted. Faces upon recognition bringing feelings of recognition, more thoughts, recollections. First it was that one guy, this.. seemingly normal guy, a student in the same school, just a glimpse and he was already someone the blonde knew.. but now.

He was getting again, from another fellow student, another man.

A casual pass in the hallway and suddenly the face is imprinted from something he can remember, he can hear his voice without even actually listening to it! A voice that seemed to match his somewhat smiling demeanor. Who was this guy? Apparently he seemed pretty popular, A lot of the girls seemed to give this fellow adoring looks.

How lucky.

Maybe he should try and get a moment to speak to this guy for real. It was easy to find out his class through a walk around as everyone was coming to class for the day. To get his attention.. a note! Yes, if he's got admirers he should be used to that kind of crap shouldn't he? 'Meet me on the roof of the main building after school. It's important'. Hopefully that should be enough. Continue on as per usual until the final bell.

And as quickly as he could the blonde would make it onto that roof hopefully before the other guy did. Actually if he's familiar.. put the armband on. Yes, that armband, the one that gives him off vibes whenever he puts it on despite the fact that he made it himself off of another memory. It served for two things. To keep him on this task of finding out why he was getting these memories (and the physical side effects of recollection) and.. to see if anyone else could pick up a memory, from something like this.

On the way home, the girl did not notice the color of the sky or the shape of the night, as she was too busy questioning why there were no secrets anymore.

It's another memory. One that had been staring him in the face this whole time. The memories of the people he's met, those two other guys.. and that girl, the girl..what was one of the things they all had in common, in those memories?

The uniform.

While he had, sharply, discovered the reality was different to what he pictures, while it meant more to internally question, it all brought another brainwave. In those strange memories, yes, he still calls them strange, they were all in the North High uniform, but congregated in a room, a club room, since they were, well, part of a club. The clear vision of the armband he recreated was an indicator of that. If there was a club, there had to be a clubroom.

A clubroom.. in this very school..

On that thought, another memory, not one seemingly important before, but one that was now.. came to him. Walking.. down the halls, down to the clubhouse.. to a door. Was that where the club all met?

End of school, up he gets, though not too quick. Of course as ends up in the hall way, instinctively, he decides to put on the armband he otherwise kept in his blazer pocket. Always he affixed it with a single safety pin. Every time he put it on, it still felt the same. Wrong. Not for you. But that helped him. That drove him.

Using that newfound memory, he walked from the main building, along the hall that bridged such with the clubhouse. It was becoming real again, the ‘vintage’ look of such a building bringing a strange hint of nostalgia. This was the way to the clubroom, wasn’t it? But which one was it? Along the halls he went, scanning the signs of each door.. until one stopped him abruptly in his tracks, as if another small, snap memory stopped him.

...The Literary Club?

It was, strange, but at the same time, this was it, this had to be it! And yet, there was a niggling thought in his head that while the sign said ‘Literary Club’, the actual club.. group.. or whatever it was called, it just seemed.. something very different entirely, not at all about books. Still, this was a lead, another small piece of this puzzle.. with more possibly revealed behind this very door.

What was behind this door? What would he find? The very clubroom where it all happened, maybe a world of discovery and memories rest in here.. Would the jigsaw become clearer in here?

Only one way to find out.