It had not yet been an hour and the solitude was testing his reason. The cold concrete walls had just enough light to protect them from the total darkness. “How do you like prison?” "" taunted the passing guard. Fighting the urge to say a witty retort, he remained silent. He was still trying to process what had happened earlier in the day. Everything seemed blurry. Keeping his composure, he tried to focus on what exactly had just happened. He couldn't think and didn't remember anything. What had just happened? Had he ever had memory problems? Twelve hours earlier, as he sat in his old red sedan with black cloth seats, he noticed an unfamiliar note, written in his own hand, taped to the dashboard. 2065 West Ave. 10: 05:00 Black Van Unaccustomed to these notes (because he often wrote them down to compensate for his short-term memory), he went there. Wondering what was going to happen, he drove through the light midday Los Angeles traffic and parked in the small, deserted parking lot on a street corner next to an abandoned gas station. No one around him, not even himself, could have known that he was about to commit a crime. Glancing at the clock on his dashboard, he saw that he was 10 minutes early. “Early for what?” » he wondered. As he scanned the parking lot, his eyes fell on the large black van, but he figured it would be better to wait until it was closer to 10 o'clock to approach it. While searching his car, he noticed an angular white plastic mask on the back seat, completely featureless. Around 10:05 a.m., three sedan doors opened simultaneously; out of each came a man dressed in jeans, a black button-down shirt and a replica of the mask he found in his car, b...... middle of paper... ... options, he came outside with his hands raised. He couldn't believe it! He had just helped Blue escape, and he, the innocent White, was manipulated into two life sentences, left to rot in prison for the rest of his life. Now he was in the hands of the cops. He was beaten, handcuffed, thrown into the back of a police car and taken to the police station. By the time he arrived and they began the inquisition, he had already forgotten all the details; but of course the cops didn't believe it. “The guy in the yellow mask and the guy in the red both died in the chase,” the burly officer growled. “We just need you to tell us what you know about your boyfriend wearing the blue mask,” but he was unable to provide additional information. Finally, he was taken to his cell, where he sat alone, finally forgetting everything that had just happened..