[ WP ] Someone has a mental disability that prevents them from remembering anything for more than a few hours . They have always kept notes/journals to remember who they are . One day they are all stolen/lost/destroyed .

***Where are they, where are they, where are they?! *** 
 
 It had been almost two hours since he last saw the notes. 
 
 **'' DO N'T OPEN THE DOOR'' **, he clearly recalled one note. But there had n't been a knock or any visitors. 
 
 *If only I did n't go out for that quick drink. * 
 
 He paced nervously, the contents of his small apartment lay strewn across the floor in each direction, but the notes were not there. 
 
 The man was frightened, but he knew he could n't leave the room. With a defeated sigh he glided to his room and plopped down on the edge of the bed, leaning his face into his hands. He could feel the sweat in his hair as he ran his hands backwards through it. He looked at the clock. *Two hours, it's been a while. * 
 
 He knew it'd happen soon, it was only a matter of time. His foot bounced up and down, terrified along with the rest of him as to what the day had in store. *Tick-tock*, the second hand beat along with his heart. *God what am I doing... * 
 
 *I need to get out*. He shot up, now running full speed at the door, through the hall and into the living room, but he was stopped short as his foot found an empty drawer he had ripped out onto the floor in his frantic search. With a huge thud he had hit the ground. 
 
 `` Fuck!'' the word came out as soon as his knee hit. `` Dammit,'' he grimaced as he rubbed the pain out of his knee. *What the fuck happened in here? * 
 
 He began to get up gingerly, looking at the mess in the living room. He did n't get to think for long before there was a knock at the door. *Now who is this? * 
 
 He reached for the doorknob.
