The dirt had a fascinating color. A little reddish. Steel wondered if that was natural to the dirt of a symptom of where it was. He dragged a finger through it and watched it stain his finger. He should probably sleep, but he didn't feel like it now. He'd done so much sleeping in order to dream. He felt it was day now though. Was that even right? He'd never know, but he used the dirt to organize his life. He drew a time line and filled in information he knew and where he knew he had holes. Seeing it visually surprised him.

Almost every hole pertained to his childhood and Lee specifically. Only a few isolated events he thought contained holes after he joined the army, but there were little things. He touched the scar on the back of his leg just above his knee. That definitely was not a childhood injury and the cut looked surgical, leaving only a thin white line behind. How did this all connect?

At some point, he saw Lee walk by, but he didn't look up. He was more concerned with the Lee from his past. Just when he thought his timeline was done, he realized there was something he'd skipped over because it was a hole he had an explanation for. It was also the most recent missing memory. Less than a year ago, he woke up with a day missing and he'd known it immediately. Jeremy, his brother said he got filthy drunk at the party they'd thrown for him. Only now, he had no idea what the party was for.