The darkness around him began to melt away. There was a warmth on his cheek, sunshine from his window. His eyes fluttered open. He was in a bedroom, the lacy curtains billowed in the breeze. The air let in by the open window smelled of the sea.
There was a man holding his hand. His head was down, as if he was grieving. When the man felt him stir they looked up at him.
The man looked as if he had pulled an all-nighter, his loaf shaped hair was disheveled and his glasses were dirty. "You're awake!" He said, pulling the boy into a hug. "I thought I'd lost you forever!" The boy didn't hug back "Who are you?" The man pulled away. His face had fallen "It's me, your father. Don't you remember?"
The boy wracked his brain, he couldn't remember anything. He tried to recall at least one memory, but all was blank. "I.... I don't remember. I can't remember anything........What's my name? Where am I?" He started to panic "What happened to me?!" His father hugged him again.
"Let's take it slow, ok?" His dad said, stroking his hair. "Your name is Clive, Clive Sycamore."
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The Phantom Memories
FanfictionClive Sycamore lives with his father, Desmond Sycamore after an accident on a dig site causes him to lose his memory. Clive finds a photo of the crew of the Bostonius. Is that him as a child in the photo? Why does he remember the man in the top hat...
