Prologue
It had been five years since Jack Smith had arrived at St. Marys, Georgia. He had been found wandering around a side highway by one of the local residents making his way back home. Jack had been found with some electrical burns on his hands, arms and across his chest. He also had no memory of who he was. He could remember everything else, but who he was and any of his past. He did know how to build a building and engineering. He was very good with his hands and could solve any problem that came his way. He was found barely standing on the side of the road when Chris Miller found him. Chris was on his way back home from a business trip down in Orlando. He was a real estate agent and had taken on a few clients in Orlando to try and increase his annual salary. When Chris saw Jack he just couldn't keep driving and leave the man there to potentially die. He had gotten Jack into his car and took him right straight away to their town doctor, Dr. William Pierce. Jack had to stay in the small hospital for a week before he was allowed to finally be released. During that week Dr. Pierce, Chris and the local Sheriff, Sheriff Mark Frasier, had tried to find any information out there on Jack. Jack wasn't even his real name, just what they ended up calling him after a few days. They had found nothing on him, no matter how hard they all tried. His fingerprints were gone from the electrical burns. They had found that he had brain surgery recently and that could have been the cause of his memory loss. The problem was there was nothing they could do about his memory. It was either going to come back or it wasn't.
With having no memory or any direction at all Jack had decided to take Chris up on his offer to stay with him in his spare room. After being on bed rest for another week Jack had decided he needed to do something with his life. Jack figured he must have been a very active man during the years he couldn't remember, because even though Chris said he didn't need to work or move out, Jack had to do something. That was when Jack found out he was really good with his hands. He started to make repairs around the house for Chris as a way to thank him. That turned into him being a handyman for other people in town. That gave him enough money to pay for rent and save up for his own place. Now five years later he had his own house that he built slightly in the woods, but also close enough to a section of the beach that was privately owned by him. He had a good size yard where his golden retriever could play. Two years ago Jack decided to get a puppy. He was feeling kinda lonely and he wanted the comfort and company of a dog. He would still help the local towns people with little problems in their shop or homes, but now he owned his own wood carving furniture shop in the downtown area. It was filled with all hand carved pieces that he sold for a good amount of money. He got a lot of customers coming down from the larger cities just to purchase his work. He also had a website where you could upload a custom design. Jack could make anything from an end table to a full king size bed. On his land was a rather large workshop with a couch, a mini fridge, coffee maker and a stereo. He easily got lost in the work and would spend sixteen hours a day in the workshop without even realizing it.
Jack had found it rather difficult to get used to his surroundings at first. It was like his mind was in overdrive. Every single thing he saw or touched would send his mind into a flare. He could see how things were built. His mind could put a puzzle together without even touching the pieces. It made it difficult to sleep at night as his mind was constantly going over what happened in the day. When someone was hurt he could have sworn he felt their pain. It had been difficult for him to get used to and part of him still wasn't. He had stayed in touch with Chris, Dr. Pierce and the Sheriff. He would see them in town and go out for a drink or dinner with them a few times a month. The problem was he didn't feel close to them. He didn't feel close to anyone. Jack couldn't shake the feeling like there was a family out there waiting for him, but he had no idea who they even were. He didn't even go on any dates, because it felt like cheating. He didn't find any women attractive. He didn't want to go out on dates with anyone. His heart felt like it already belonged to someone and it only wanted that one woman it belonged to. The problem was Jack didn't even know his real name let alone this mystery woman his heart seemed to be waiting for.
After five years though Jack had no choice, but to keep going with this life until maybe one day he would remember who he used to be and maybe he would find the woman his heart is waiting for.