Watson's POV
It's been months since the strange man we found has been at the house. Mira has even resumed school but Missy keeps him safe at the house. I have made conscious efforts to spend more time here and I no longer sleep at the mansion.
I was out splitting some wood when I heard the loud clanking of things in the ground. I dropped the axe and rushed inside.
A large body was sprawled on the floor. He groaned in pain and I rushed to him.
"You should be much more careful with yourself, young man." I said, giving him a hand. He didn't say anything but took my hand.
I led him to the sofa and placed him on it softly.
"Who are you?" He asked me confused.
"I should be asking you that question instead. You appeared at the edge of my property."
He was quiet for a while and soon held his head like he was in so much pain. "I can't remember how I got here."
"Do you remember your name?"
"No, I can't remember anything. It's like blankness."
