Sentimentality. Claudine is. Soothing. You seem to be exceptionally frustrated. Gosh. And you don't know why. You took a deep breath. You closed the door behind you. Everything was working properly as usual. Your memory was waiting. Your exploration. You walked in. "Have you ever think about things that seems so exceptionally normal? Like you. Your face. Your body. What's so special about that? Think carefully." That was some strange question from a strange guy which you had forgotten. Yeah. Think. You are a boy. You knew it wasn't that simple, thus to emphasize it, you told yourself " You are an alien, of species 9342, living in an special and unique planet with translucent substances and of strange, large stones moving around." That's what your opinion. Maybe that's the other aliens think of you. UH...that was a boring memory, and frustrating. Another memory was slipping away. You raced up, caught it and start to collect pieces of it. "If time were to be something that goes in a regular way, someone or something must be controlling it." Yeah. That's a mystery. But who and what? Maybe a man by the name of James Bond. Or Anakin. Or Peter Paker. Or whoever it could be. Frustrated. Yeah. That's you.