Not an hour had passed and the loneliness was testing his sanity. The cold concrete walls were lit just enough to keep them from total darkness. "Do you like prison?" the passing guard taunted. Fighting the urge to say some witty retort, he remained silent. He was still trying to understand what had happened that day. Everything seemed confusing. Keeping calm, he tried to focus on what exactly had just happened. He couldn't think, nor could he remember anything. What had just happened? Had he had memory problems in the past? Twelve hours earlier, as he sat in his old red sedan with black cloth seats, he noticed an unknown note, written in his own hand, taped to the dashboard. 2065 West Ave.10:05:00Black VanUnused to these notes (as he wrote them often to compensate for his short-term memory), he headed there. Wondering what was about to happen, he drove through light midday Los Angeles traffic and stopped in the tiny, deserted parking lot located on a street corner near an abandoned gas station. No one around him, not even himself, could have known that he was about to commit a crime. Looking at the clock on the dashboard, he saw that it 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 thought it best to wait until it was closer to 10 to approach. Rummaging through his car, he noticed that in the back seat there was a white, angular, completely nondescript plastic mask. At approximately 10:05 a.m., three doors of the sedan opened simultaneously; From each emerged a man dressed in jeans, a black button-down shirt, and a replica of the mask he'd found in his car, b... in the middle of a sheet of paper... options, he came out with his hands raised. He couldn't believe it! He had just helped Blue escape and he, the innocent White, was manipulated and sentenced to two life sentences, left to rot in prison for the rest of his life. He was now in the hands of the police. He was beaten, handcuffed, thrown into the back of a police car and taken to the station. By the time he arrived and they began the inquisition, he had already forgotten all the details; but obviously the policemen didn't believe it. “The guy in the yellow mask and the guy in the red mask both died during the chase,” fumed the burly officer. “We just need you to tell us what you know about your little friend wearing the Blue mask,” but he was unable to provide any further information. Eventually he was led to his cell, where he remained in solitude, finally forgetting everything that had just happened.