Tim

The narrator of this story wakes up in a bed that he does not recognize in a room that does not feel like his own. It's dawn and he doesn't know where he is, or what's stopping him from getting up, it's hard for him to open his eyes and identify the noises and voices coming from outside. In his sleep, he tries to link one memory with another until he composes a mosaic in which only one constant seems to anchor him to reality: the relationship that unites him with Elisa and Tim.