The months spent in Tarrants company were wonderful, but the fact of my memory had not improved, and I was beginning to fear that it never would. I felt as if I was a disappointment to him, when he spoke of things that I had done with him in the past but I was unable to remember them. I tried my hardest at night, while I was awake, almost always trying to force myself to remember everything that I had forgotten before. I only wondered how long it would take me to find myself again. Today I was wandering, and letting the autumn storm pound down on my shoulders. The rain wasn’t cold, it was still warm thanks to the temperature in paradise, which made it oddly relaxing. It wasn’t long until I found myself up on one of the cliffs that separated paradise from the ridge, and I got caught up in the storm, watching the turbulent waves watching the way the sea stormed and raged.

Hours must’ve passed, for by the time I realized I had been standing there for so long, the sky had grown dark, and the land extremely wet and slick. I was apprehensive to travel down the rocks in such a storm, but it was not to be avoided. The climb down the mountain was not pleasant, I was sliding everywhere, and that was scary enough in itself. It had to be the middle of the night, coming close to being dawn and I was surprised that I had been gone all of those hours, but such as, I needed to rejoin the herd before I was missed too much.

Although, I did not make it down the mountain easy. I lost my footing halfway down, sliding, falling, my head hit a particulary rough rock, and boy did that hurt. It stung, throbbed and pounded. I waited a few more minutes before attempting to stand and make my way back to the herd. I was more than almost there before I found the group with my eyes. I moved slowly, cautiously before I reached solid ground, I came to rest near the group, keeping a bit of a distance as I found myself drifting to sleep.