One More Time

It was raining.

Bright lights and loud sounds assaulted his senses.

"Ugh."

The sound caused The Man's head to explode with violent pain. He stumbled down the rainsoaked street, holding his head, blind to all that was around him. Dimly, he was aware of others in the shadows, edging away from him as he stumbled past. He found shelter under an awning and leaned heavily against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut in an effort to shut out at least one of his senses.

"Are you okay?" One of the voices had given in to curiosity, the man knew.
"I'm fine. Go away."
"You're fine. I'm going away." The sound of feet sploshing away through the rain.

The Man's vision was starting to clear, and he stared after the shadowy figure with a confused look on his face. What had just happened? Where was he? Who was he? Something about the interaction with the shadowy figure had changed The Man. The pain in his head, still present, was starting to recede. He blinked twice and looked about. He was on a city street. Shapes moved about overhead, rapidly. Some sort of vehicle, he knew, but he did not know how he knew that.

He had no memories at all. No idea how he had come to be on this street. No idea what his name was. He patted his clothing - plain and simple shirt and pants. No pockets. No clue.

The Man closed his eyes.

It was raining.

The Man opened his eyes.

This was not the first time that he had Awoken, he suddenly knew. He also knew that almost every time it happened it was raining.
"Something about the rain." he said to himself.

Sirens filled the air. The Man felt a strong sense of ... urgency. He needed to move. He glanced about quickly, and just knew... he was being watched.

A group of tourists made their way past, ignoring them. He fell into step with them.