Jason's pov
This is. A lot to take in.

Sixty-five years, and I don't remember a second of it.
I got up from the couch.
I walked into the bathroom.
I looked into the mirror. I looked like I haven't slept for a few weeks.
I looked at my neck. I saw a brown leather collar; I tugged on it.
I didn't come off.
I started pulling harder. It felt like I was pulling my skin.

I forgot about the collar and grabbed a towel.

I walked into the shower.
I washed my hair. I was careful with my ears and my tail.

I got out I dried myself off.

I sat down on the bed that Bryan guy gave me.
I grabbed the clothes from the desk.

(What he's wearing + Collar)
Nice that he cut holes in the pants for me.
I looked around for a hotel phone; every hotel has one. Or maybe they have a hologram system?
"Hello? Any hologram assistants?" I called into the small room.
Nothing.
"Hello?" I called out," Is there actually an assistant, or did my comics lie to me?" I said, and no response.
I groaned. I walked out of my room.
I went down the hallway; this place is enormous! This place used to be my school; now it's.....whatever this hotel is in.
I went down the stairs and walked out the door.

This. Is. A. Theme park?
"Cool," I muttered.
I walked around for a while.
'So, what should I do, no friends, all of my relatives are older than me, so what to do?'
I guess I wandered into an office building. I walked up to the desk, and I found.......a bear with a star on his chest messing with.....a slab of brown?(Cell phone) Is this a living being or a robot?
Probably impolite to ask.
"Um, hi?" I said, not sure what to say.
He looked me up and down.
" You're that Jason thing Bryan told me about," He said blankly," I thought he was joking." He muttered, and he saw my collar.
"Don't stare; I couldn't get it off, ok?I said sadly.
He sighed and got up from his seat, put the slab down on the desk, and walked over to me.
He motioned for me to turn around, and I did.
"Tell me if it hurts." He said. I was about to ask something but.

He started pulling. I started struggling from the pain.
"Ow.Ow STOP!" I shouted.
"Stop moving!"

"STOP MOVING!" Someone shouted, and I felt my collar tighten.
I fell to the ground in pain, and I looked over to my right.

I start breathing heavily.
"Well, it's really stuck on there," The bear said, annoyed.
What was that?....a memory?
It happened so fast.
"Where's Bryan," I say meekly, and he points upstairs.