7: Not ordinary at all

[If you go into the forest today, Vatheonites, you might see a very strange sight.

Sitting on a bench in the forest is one Anthony J. Crowley, though he doesn't remember his name and would probably tell you his name was Crawly if you asked, because that's the only name he remembers. And on his back are two beautiful black wings, perfectly groomed. His sunglasses are perched on the top of his head, and his eyebrows are furrowed, as if he's trying to think of something.]

[He turns on the SFC laying next to him.] ...Yeah. I don't like this at all. Not one bit. Just when I thought that I was just an ordinary guy, and then everyone needs to ruin my day and tell me I'm Fallen...whatever that is. That's just peachy.

[He really does look worried.] I don't know why...I thought I was a good person, really. But why can't I remember who I really am- what I really am? I remember some things, and then I forget them all over again.

I know I'm a snake, somehow, because that could explain the hissing and the eyes...but whoever heard of a snake in human clothing? I don't get it.

[And he buries his head in his hands.] I just want to remember...