Wolfram woke up a little while ago and after having eaten breakfast he was now getting ready to go to town with his brother, who was getting some things ready so they could leave.
Last night, he has another one of those
dreams again. The dream he had wasn't as bad as the first one, but it was weird. He still he didn't know what to make of it, he thought it all went away, these memories, and just everything about his world.
He still didn't even know why he was like this recently. He sighed, whatever it was, it was so just confusing. He didn't want to remember, the more he did, the less he liked it.
He sighed, deciding not to dwell on it any longer. The last thing he wanted to do was have his brother think something was wrong. He took a deep breath, and so once he was ready he waited for his brother.