We awake once more. This time is much different than the previous life, as we had awoken in a bed. We have a throbbing pain in our head. This is caused by… we can’t recall. A memory hidden from us. Blurred in the obscurity of the previous night. This room we are in… is quite lavish. The bed is very large with comforting silk blankets that hold heat, yet are cool to every movement. The room is all white. The blankets, furniture, walls, and even the carpet on the floor. This room hardly has any color pigment at all.

We raise our hands. Our skin is quite dark. We sit up, causing the intense pain in our head to increase. As we lean our legs over the edge of the bed, we begin to feel dizzy. We flop back onto our side to comfort ourselves. We struggle, but we lift up our body once more. As we put our feet down over the edge of the bed, we place our foot onto a bottle of some kind. This… may be the cause of this mortal’s demise.

Excessive consumption of certain beverages can result in death. However, they’re supposed to cause a euphoric sensation. Perhaps this was this mortal’s reason to live? Although, it must have not been a strong reason considering he had not made it to the end of a traditional life span. Nevertheless, we shall use this chance to explore what wonders life has to offer! There must be a definitive reason for mortals to live, right?

We slump ourselves to our feet. This carpet is incredibly soft. Every fiber cradles our feet so gently. We walk towards a door connected to this room. According to our memory, this is our personal bathroom attached to our sleeping quarters. The very moment we step inside, our stomach becomes volatile. We stumble to the toilet, lift the seating, then release the previously ingested contents from our mouth into it. This experience is painful, disgusting, and makes it difficult to breathe. Why would anyone put themselves through such misery?

Once we had finished, we had felt much better than we did prior to this. We no longer struggled so much to stand. We proceeded to the sink to clean our mouth after this vile event. We look into the mirror. We are a large, dark-skinned individual with no hair on our head and little hair on our face. Looking into our memory, our name is… Andrew Jackson. We… had success… becoming famous and wealthy performing music. However, we lost our credibility when we were caught embezzling from an organization we had hosted. Now, we are referred to as a scam artist. Maybe… this mortal had ended himself of his own intent?

This doesn’t feel like something we should let bother us. Our body and mind are feeling sorrow for ourselves. Perhaps… they wish to make amends for what they had done. Maybe we… I could help us fix this. If not to redeem our credibility, then to make our mind feel better. This shall be our first goal in this new host!