He had to get off the island. That was what Eric knew. The island was no good for him. It was beautiful, yes, beyond comparison, but the things that happened there, the things it said to him... they were not.
It all started when Eric decided to further explore the Island. What happened before coming to the Island was not in his memory; but he did know that there was another world, places that are not the Island. He knew that they were there, but he did not know them. When Eric awoke on the sandy shores of the Island, he was inexplicably unalarmed. Even recounting now, Eric could not remember why he did not scream in the terror of being on a deserted island. Instead, he felt... placated. Relaxed. Relaxed though he was, he did know he had would have to find a shelter.