The name was familiar, but he was certain he hadn't met the man before. He exhaled as if he had been holding his breath. He laid back and closed his eyes, wondering if they had gone back to their usual grey shade. "I was at my home when someone came to my door... And he stabbed me..." He opened his eyes again as he remembered the pain and confusion. "I think he was an uncle, but I have no idea why he stabbed me... It just doesn't make any sense."

He sat up with a little bit of a struggle, staring down at the odd clothes he was wearing. He realised Marc would have had to clean and dress him. The thought made him blush slightly. "I guess we won't know until I am strong enough to go home and ask."