A chorus of whispers swam inside my head, tugging at nonexistent memories; trying desperately to save them from the dark depths of my amnesia. But they sank with them; slowly fading. Like my consciousness.
When I woke again, I could hear a voice; soft and gentle. As if it were afraid of scaring me. "Ajax." It said tentatively. "Yes?" I answered, surprising myself. "Oh my tic tac." He whispered. "You heard me." I nodded, then realized he probably couldn't see me. "Yeah. Why?" I asked softly. "Am I going crazy?" The guy laughed, a light, happy laugh that swam sweetly across my hazy thoughts. "No. Well, maybe. If you are, that means I'm going off the deep end too." He answered, and I couldn't help but smile.

"And the chances of us getting sent out of here for insanity?"

"If we're lucky, 1%"

"I'll take whatever I can get."

"Yeah."

And a silence settled over us like a warm blanket. It was comfortable, more than I could ever remember being.

"Who are you?" I finally asked, pulling at the thin sheets around me.

"Orion. But please, call me Ri." He said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Hi Ri." I said, smiling myself.

"Hullo." He said, another laugh escaping him. Gods I love his laugh.

"And you have a lovely voice." He said, and I flinched, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.

"You could hear that?" I whispered, horrified.

"Yes." He said, "And I thought it was quite cute."

I blushed again, unable to stop myself.

"Do you do this to everyone?" I asked, my face still burning.

Silence. I waited for what seemed like hours, worry spilling into the eerie quiet like a poison. Then, finally.

"No. You're the first one to answer."

More silence. I didn't dare speak again, afraid this was a bad topic. So he spoke for me.

"It's one of my powers."

More silence. I had no idea what he was talking about.

"You know, one of my abilities." He sounded a bit desperate now. "Don't you have any?" He asked again.

"No." I replied. "Not that I know of, anyways." Ri seemed to brighten at that.

"I bet you do." He said excitedly. "Stick out your hand!"

"Erm, pardon?" I asked, completely confused.

"Just trust me!" He said, and I sighed, sticking out my hand from underneath the sheets, and wondering if this was another one of his jokes.

"Now concentrate." He instructed.

"On what???"

"Hmmmmm..... The air."

"Um, okay...."

I took a deep breathe, and closed my eyes, concentrating on the thin layer of oxygen around me.

"Now try and shape it." Ri whispered, and I could almost feel him laying next to me. I did as he said, focusing solely on shaping it into a small circle. I waited, moving my hands, straining to move the air. Nothing. My heart sank.

"Well, you're not an airhead."

"Excuse me?"

"You don't have air powers."

"Ohhhhh......"

"You really know nothing, don't you?"

"Pretty much. And are you an airhead?"

"Yup. What gave it away?"

"Your stupidity."

"I don't know why I thought you were an air type. You're so depressing. Probably a dark type."

"It's better than being an airhead."

"Funny. No one want's to be a dark type, for your information."

"Mhm. And why is that?"

"They're depressing."

"Wow. Yes, that TOTALLY cleared everything up."

"Shut up."

"But you would miss me if I did that."

"Touché."

We stayed like that for awhile. And it was peaceful. I lay there for awhile, not wanting to go to sleep, yet not wanting to fully wake up. But finally I whispered:

"And if I'm a dark type?"

"Then I'd never speak to you again."

A pause. I could feel my heart beating faster.

"Joking. You would be my dark little sidekick."

"Shut up." I laughed.

"But you would miss me if I did that."

"Touché." I smiled, and finally, fell asleep.