[All it took was the blink of an eye really. One minute he was standing with the other parts of himself and the stupid variants around the U-DO terminal, and the next minute he was in a far more pleasant place. Shuffled into an office that looked too much like his fathers, and handed a letter that made no sense, he was ushered back into the grounds and set loose.
So now, dear citizens of the Garden, you find a boy sitting in the middle of the path with a very clear 'Now what the hell do I do' crossed with a 'deer in the head lights' look on his face. ]
Where is...where is the rest of me?