Inside the darkness without memory, or sensations, the eyes of the man who once was Judd Urran opened, and glanced around.

But the murk enshrouded everything.

He tossed, and through the turbid veil of sleep, he searched for a light, but he did not see anything. His thoughts slowly shinned up through the blackness, searching for a grip. Then his eyelids succumbed to the darkness, and his eyes shut, unaware, into a sleep equal to wake.