After some uncertain time...

[gruesome]

It wasn't the same room. Some was half sure of that. Nothing in it looked familiar or unfamiliar, but the view was wrong in some way. Lower. Better, he thought. Farther away from the sky. His sharp-toothed mentor told him, in a barrage of other details, that whatever he'd gotten up to in District Eight before, he was in Two now, and he had better get into shape. He stared out his window until she left, letting his breath fog up the tinted glass and hide details of the sharp-edged city outside. Nothing out there looked familiar, at all. How long had he been... elsewhere?

When he was sure she wasn't about to come back, he slipped out of his room himself, leaving everything he'd been given on arrival on his bed, to explore empty-handed and see just how far the fragments could take him. He followed voices and scents, looking for familiar faces. He was careful to make some noise, not wanting to sneak up on anybody. They were all here to kill each other. No sense in provoking that early.

[Some is slinking around, confused with some partial memory loss from his extended time away. He's starting on District Two's floor, since that's his new home, but he'll also be in the elevator, peering into any other floor, and investigating just generally the entire building. He's looking for anyone who rings a bell, but the thread is wide open for any and all. (Since it's been a while, he looks like this, and stands almost eight feet tall.)]

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[amplifying]

"That happened to me." Beck said before he could stop himself. "It was a few arenas ago. I don't know how, but it just...happened."

He looked down. "I don't understand any of this."

[gruesome]

"You too? How long- can I ask how long you were gone?"

[amplifying]

Beck paused, looking down to his feet. "I'm...I'm not sure." Everything was twisted for him; it was hard to remember when he left and anything that happened before. "I was in an Arena. Not the past one, but...maybe one before that one? All I know is that I died, and I didn't come back. But then I did." He looked back up to Some. "I think it was a few months."

[gruesome]

Some nodded. "And me, also. I know time passed. I wasn't... well, I- I-" He stammered to a stop, not quite able to talk about it. "I was gone the whole time."

[amplifying]

Beck didn't mind if Some wanted to talk about it. Things that happened here was kind of disturbing enough, let alone disappearing and then coming back. "Yeah. I got you."

He paused.

"...It feels like it's different this time. I feel like I lost a bit of myself coming back. Like there was something I remembered then, but I can't remember now."

[gruesome]

He nodded, a little more eagerly. "I've forgotten a lot of things. Details and names. Faces, especially."

[amplifying]

"I mean...from where you came from?"

Beck could remember things about here and there. But not about home. There was pieces mission from before; he could feel it. Things that Tron told him, or maybe something about the revolution in the Grid. He didn't know.

[gruesome]

"... No." At least, he hoped not. But his mind shied away from even that possibility. "No, about here."

[amplifying]

Okay. That kind of unsettles him a bit. So why him?

"Okay. I just wanted to know."

Beck sighed, and shrugged. "I'll be going. I don't know if I'm in your way or anything."

[gruesome]

"Oh, no. I am only trying to be re-acquaint with... with everything. But it has been nice to meet you, Mister Beck."

[amplifying]

"You too." He looked up to Some, and smiled. "Maybe we should talk a little more. After the next Arena or something."

He started to walk away, giving Some a smile and a wave. "See you later, maybe?"