I'm not crazy.

I just don't know who I am.

Or where I am.

"Amnesia," they all say.

That would explain alot.

They say they found me wandering off the streets and rescued me.

I don't feel rescued. I feel kidnapped.

I just woke up today. They say I was in a coma for three days.

I don't remember anything before that. But that is what amnesia does to you, after all.

All I remember is a letter, an initial of a name.

R.

That one letter keeps me connected to some type of past.

I'll find you, R...