[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]So Billy was back. Sort of. His memory was still failing him, leaving out a chunk of his life. And so the little demiboy was convinced he was still in the Ward, the very same one he learned to loathe and despise. His memories of ColouredClan, of his friends, his enemies, his suicides were all gone. Poof. Maybe they would come back to him, or maybe they wouldn't. Perhaps he'd live out the rest of his life in benighted ignorance. Who knew?
So now the little creature was sitting in camp, taking in the sights and sounds. He didn't remember this part of the Ward, not one bit. Perhaps they had moved? Why didn't he notice? Ugh, he'd have to ask someone. With a little sigh, Billy took a drag of a cigarette, blowing the smoke through his cheeks. His bicolored tail furled protectively over his paws that were now dotted with cigarette burns. Old habits die hard.
