Jon stood in the middle of the mall, staring blankly into space, for about 15 minutes. Sure, he drew a few curious glances, but not much attention aside from that.
However, that wasn't meant to last, which was potentially for the best. Tests had shown that those afflicted with blank slate disorder who received no new identity would stay vegetables for the rest of their lives.
So, it was half a blessing and half a curse when a figure approached. "No way...I know what this is..." the figure said. "And I'm not about to pass this opportunity up."
