Cryptic Beginnings

He walked through a parking lot surrounded by darkness. He had no memories, only the moment he lived in right here, right now. The yellow lines marking parking spaces were the only thing causing any kind of illumination. But what was the point of parking here, when there was nothing out here at all!

"Looking for something? Some kind of plan, perhaps?"

"Plan?" The gentleman called out in bewilderment. "Yeah, I just want to know what's going on here! I don't know where I am, I don't even know who I am! My only company in this parking lot of nothing is you, a cryptic voice! So yeah, what kind of plan is unfolding here?"

"Well I hate to disappoint, but there is no plan."

"No plan? That's crazy! Everything has a plan! There has to be a purpose to everything, even this creepy place!"

"Not when Pen To The Paper is involved. Anything can go in this story. However, time is up for today."

A yellow door popped out of the concrete of the parking lot, directly in front of the gentleman. The mysterious voice continued to call out to him from beyond the door.

"Go through this door, and a new adventure will begin once the new season of Pen To The Paper begins. Things will then continue to unfold without a plan. You may leave the readers with one piece of information though. You may not know anything about yourself, but without a plan you can get as creative as you wish. So friend, tell me.... no, not just me, tell us all your name!"

"Very well." The gentleman said as he opened the door and exited the dark parking lot of nothing. "Call me..... -"

To be continued....