A boy woke suddenly.

He felt as if he had been sleeping for a long time now. He could feel his joints creaking as he stirred, eyes still heavy, being freshly awoken. He rubbed his eyes, fog slowly clearing, becoming more alert and awake. He blinked as shadows suddenly crossed his vision, soldiers running back and forth, loading cargo onto several ships on the docks; but something wasn't right. After thinking for a few moments, he realized what it was.

[i]Wait, I wasn't here when I went to sleep.[/i] He thought, [i]I was... somewhere else?[/i]

He looked around him again, trying to spot any landmarks or anything familiar he could use as a guide. It felt familiar, but he had no idea where he was.

[i]I'm sure I didn't go to sleep here...[/i] He thought, [i]Where was I?[/i]

He closed his eyes, and tried to think back towards the previous night. What had he been doing? Where had he gone?

Suddenly, he felt a harsh pain start to pulsate in his forehead. He instinctively buried his face into the soft bundle of fur in his arms. For some reason, the warmth soothed him, and slowly the pain started to fade. He felt the sound of the creature's breathing, though it was barely audible, fill his mind with a gentle calm...

[i]Wait, what the-?[/i]

He looked down at the creature that lay in his arms.

[i]A cat?[/i]

He was holding a small white cat who seemed to be sleeping soundly.

[i]Since when was it here?[/i]

His mind went to static as he tried in vain to remember anything about the cat, anything about where he was. Why was he holding the cat? Why was he sleeping in a place like this? What clothes was he wearing?

He seemed to be wearing a large brown coat which was far too large for him. It was warm, perhaps that was why he had worn it. But the problem was, he had no memory of ever putting it on.

[i]What do I remember?[/i]

The boy started trying to sift through his memories, only to find that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of anything. He only saw static. He couldn't remember his name, why he was there, what the cat was doing in his arms, but he could feel that he was supposed to know. The cat felt familiar, the more he thought about it, the more he was convinced. He knew the cat, that much was for certain. The coat felt familiar too, and it looked fairly old and somewhat worn. Maybe he'd been using it for some time?

He buried his face into the cat's soft fur again, letting it's soothing presence calm him down.

[i]If remembering isn't getting me anywhere,[/i] He thought, [i]Then maybe I should just follow my instincts?[/i]

He looked up from his cat, and took yet another look at his surroundings. He saw a huge damaged airship, he couldn't remember if he knew anything about it, but he could feel that it was something standard, not exactly ordinary, but more like something that happened regularly. The ship was rather magnificent, though. It also looked to be extremely heavily armed and armoured. 

Casting his gaze elsewhere, he found little of interest, except for a similarly sized airship which was blue instead of red.

For some reason, he could feel the blue airship drawing him, more so than the red one. Maybe he just liked blue things? The more he stared at it, the more he felt that he should be inside the ship.

[i]That's probably my best lead...[/i] He thought.

He carefully stood up, taking care not to disturb the white cat in his arms, and proceeded to stretch his legs out a little. As he watched soldiers and robed people go back and forth, he noticed that the majority of them were heading for the blue airship. His instincts told him he should take care not to attract attention, but he sort of felt like he wasn't supposed to be there but it was okay if he was found.

He put the cat into the brown coat, in a way that allowed the cat to stay in the same place without him having to hold it. The brown lump on his chest would probably look suspicious, but a white cat would've drawn more attention. Still, he kept low, walking at an even pace and walking closer to the people preoccupied with what they were doing.

Eventually, he made his way across the docks to the door of one of the massive airship's cargo bays. Sneaking behind a soldier hefting a large box, the vast openness of the docks gave way to a rather spacious cargo hold that was filling up with crates of supplies. He slipped out from behind the soldier as he put down his load and went out of the cargo hold, maybe to grab another box.

He found a small space to sit in with big boxes on many of its sides which would be able to hide him from anyone looking in from the door. He also found a large cloth draped over the boxes which he could use to hide himself in a pinch.

[i]Alright,[/i] He thought, cat still sleeping in his lap. [i]Now what?[/i]