May was not interested in Asher at all. He never did anything different, wouldn't put up a fight for anything. Boring.
The cell door made a clang as it closed, the sound was familiar to Asher. But in a different way then just hearing it everyday. Something clicked in his mind. A memory of him walking into a room, the door making the same sound behind him. A man was sitting in the room with his hands cuffed. A police officer stood firmly behind the man Asher somehow knew was his father. The memory passed quickly though his mind but it was enough to create a confused look on his face. He knew that he had lost most of his memories, but it didn't expect them to ever come back.
