Birds...the calls he didn't recognize. He knew all the cries he normally awoke to, even in the state of half-sleep he was in now. It was merely a state of familiarity... These were not familiar in the least. No Pidgey, nor Spearow... And...why was his bed so hard, and he so cold? And this odd feeling in his back?
Stirring, he sat up, placing his hand where his beloved Persian might be...nothing. He opened his eyes, and stared. This was not his mansion, nor a room he was familiar with at all. It was quaint, small, which immediately threw it off anything he would voluntarily stay in. He was in different clothes as well. In this weather we would normally wear a pair of burgundy pajamas, but white cotton pants, and a bare chest? As if he would wear that voluntarily. He spotted his normal clothes -bright orange suit, cream shirt, green vest- on a small table beside him...but still no Persian.
"Persian?" He said, rising from the bed. No answer. Scowling, he stretched out as he normally would in the morning...and as he did, a sickening thought occured to him: Had he been...kidnapped?
Giovanni | Pokemon 3/3
Lost memories:
Sample: