Last of the Luggage

His eyes snapped open banishing the dreams of the past. The longing would subside as soon as he started moving. He held as still as possible...letting the flavor of that longing roll around in his mind, shaping him, defining him. That longing showed him the hint of who he used to be, his unremembered self.

Flashing light?

Alec turned his head, the message light blinking, the past retreating back before the veil of blood that had been pulled over his life. The message light. "Ah...the deliveries probably made it."

Slipping out of bed, he pondered what kind of things he'd need for the trip, the longing gone before a memory of it was even etched upon his mind. To be safe, he slipped on his pick belt and selected a couple of sculpted ceramics, placing them in convenient locations. Going to his bureau, he selected black boxers with red lettering, stating "Attention Paramedics: These were clean this morning!", black knee high socks, a white tank top, a black short sleeved button up collared work shirt, black cargo pants with pre-made slits for ceramic access, a black belt and two white handkerchiefs...one heavy weave, the other standard.

Hitting playback on the message center while dressing confirmed that the crates were delivered and the truck was waiting at the correct address. Grabbing his crowbar, maple husks and gloves, Alec headed out, checking that everything secured itself behind him, despite knowing that it would. Time for him to lug some toys around.