I did ask myself if I was a good person or not. Lack of memories makes me think this, and a part of me feels maybe it's unfair that I will be judged on a person I do not remember. I believe I might of been a good person, but I do not know. My ultimate place will depend on a person I do not remember, and if I don't remember this person, what am I now? Maybe I should ask my handler sometime. As I walked down the hallway of the Eden Hotel, I decided to explore more. I walked back to my motel room, and I noticed something in the bland room new. There was a TV set sitting there. It wasn't there before.

I sat down on the bed, and I decided to turn on the TV. I didn't know what to expect. I knew what a TV was, though, and a feeling of knowing something felt good. Every channel, to my surprise, was just static. Every single one. What was the point of putting a TV in my room if I couldn't figure out what exactly was on it.

This entire place didn't make sense. Not one bit. There was a knock at my door, and I opened it. It was Jacob.

"Hi" he said, standing at the room door. "How did the meeting with your handler go?"

"Okay" I said, "So Jacob, how long have you been here?"

"I don't know" he said, "time isn't a concept here. Then again, isn't that all time is? A concept."