All around him, the people seemed to understand, to know where they were headed and, to have at least an inkling of where they had come from. For all he tried, there were no memories, just the one vague recollection of a smile. Although he dwelt alone, he never could ignore that strange other world beyond the front door, but when had this begun, how long had life been so contained?

If this was all ... this can't be all ... there must be more.

His thoughts raced; what was the more to which he felt entitled and, would that more be such as one would normally want to remember? He roamed the carpeted cage, afraid to sit down, even afraid to prepare himself for sleep. "What if ..?", he muttered to himself, "what if this really is a dream".

He watched the moon, tonight it seemed to skip amongst the clouds; now that's reality he thought. This time his thought had an air of assurance. "It will come back", he told himself, "it will return!". At that, he felt he could relax; sit down, stretch out his legs, allow himself repose.

He was at home, he was alone.