Operation Chilling Sky

Did any time pass? What can you sense now?

Your sight is back to normal, which is good. You observe that you're in a blanket, arms covered. Your touch is however gone in your right hand, which is abnormal. The other hand is fine. Raising your right arm, you observe your right hand is gone. It's just a stump. It's covered in bandages though.

Speaking of the virus, it seems like there's no sign of it. You feel perfectly healthy. Odd.

You notice a clock. It reads 11:30AM. You don't know what day you fainted, or what day it is today. You just remember that you just gave up and let yourself die in the snowstorm.

You can smell soup, but you can't identify what specific soup it is. Its far away. Your hearing seems a lot more sensitive, since you can hear footsteps further than before. Maybe.. 2 meters? That's just a guess however.

The footsteps get louder each step, assuming that he's coming. All of a sudden, you hear the unsettling screech of the door opening, and behind it was a cat. He's wearing a blue long coat.

"Oh, I didn't expect a past-time mouse. Haven't seen one in a while. Anyways, have soup." He says, smiling and handing you a tray with a bowl of soup, and a glass of water. From just sight and smell, you can easily single out each ingredient to chicken soup. It's warmth is refreshing, after being in a snowstorm.

"Well, while I'm here, I'd like to ask you some questions, starting with your name." He pulls out a pen and a notepad.

That's right, everyone has a name. Your name is... wait, what is your name? Maybe that virus must have knocked out your memory.