The tall man slid into the room. He was lanky, but all tall men that measure 201.34 centimeters are lanky, no matter their weight. He was perfect. Not in the sense that his abs were sculpted and his features were completely symmetrical.
You were right next to us, and then you weren’t. There was nothing we could do. We looked for you, but you were gone.
Time was incongruent. I had lost my grip on what made me, me.
When I looked back, I caught sight of my wife’s auburn hair and daughter’s golden curls, their heads turning frantically. I could only guess they were searching for me.
Full disclosure: I’ve read the manual. I know what I can do, what I’m supposed to do, and what I’m not supposed to do. Okay, Okay, I didn’t actually read the manual. It was really just force fed into my brain so I just woke up with an understanding.