William gasped as his body, his soul, his existence ripped back into being, falling to the floor with a hollow thud. Not but a second ago he was not anywhere. No thoughts, no feelings, no being. Just a memory in the minds of those that knew him.
With a groan he rolled over, peeling his face off the hard wood floor. Where was he? Was he a he? His hand reached down to clasp at his crotch where nothing was. Nothing. Or, right, he had to choose. What did he feel like? He lay for a few moments, mulling over the choice before he could feel his choice grow beneath his fingers. Ah, yes, that was right.
Now for location. Where was he? His eyes roamed the book shelves, the sparks of recognition slow on the uptake. It was obviously a library, but why was he there? Slowly and painfully he sat, using his hands to push himself into a squatting position. In the hearth a warm fire burned, illuminating the room with a soft orange light. It was very welcoming, but he was uneasy. He wanted to be sure he was safe while he gradually formed back together from nothing.
He was alone. He could tell.
That left no one to ask.
No one to answer.
"Who am I?"