(A/N): Eh, my first fanfiction! Everything is so complicated...Um, I do not own Ghost Hunt. I wish I did, but I don't. Anyway, hope you enjoy :)

Beep…Beep…Beep…

The smell of disinfectant.

Beep…Beep…Beep…

He is here. He is here.

Beep…Beep…Beep…

He is going to kill me.

I snapped awake.

Beep..Beep..Beep..Beep..Beep..

Someone was whispering. Someone was holding me down. Someone was injecting something sharp into my arm.

"No…No…St-stop…" I slurred, trying to annunciate words. It was difficult with the plastic tube that was stuck in my mouth. The panic was worse. But the stab in my arm began to dull, and I was slipping away again.

The next time I woke up, no one was there. Just a steady beeping noise. I opened my eyes, to find a painful, stabbing mess of blinding white. The tube in my mouth was forcing air into my lungs, I could taste the artificial fumes. My body felt clean, and there were bandages winding around and around me. I groaned, and tried to struggle into an upright position. My attempt was pathetic – I hardly raised my head an inch before all energy lost me.

An empty lingering of painful throbbing bounced around my skull, but it was fading swiftly away into nothing. Spasms danced across my chest, though, in my bones. I must have at least bruised or cracked my ribs. Each breath I took was laborious. I tried to move my arm, and realised it was in a cast and sling.

The sound of a heel against the floor drew my attention. Someone was here.

"Oh, you're awake. Excellent. I must tell the doctor." A woman's indifferent voice resounded from somewhere in the room, but I made no effort to try and see who it was.

"…Who are you?" I asked instead.

"I am Nurse Honda. You were brought here a week ago."

A week ago? "What happened?"

"Don't you remember? A couple who had been out camping found you washed up on the river bank."

River bank…?

A dim flash of a memory sparked in my mind; standing at that cliff, with the river beneath me.

"Wait just a moment, I must go tell the doctor." The woman left the room, allowing me to reside to my own broken thoughts and memories.

Right, I was in a hospital. I had been brought here by a couple, apparently…I did not remember it at all, so I must have been unconscious. But what about beforehand? I could recall being on the cliff, and falling…no, jumping into the river. Why did I do that?...Someone was…chasing me? Yes, that man had a gun…even so, why did I jump? Why didn't I fight or reason with him? For some reason, something about him…terrified me…

Ok, time to think even further back…I was running through some woods, I remembered that…and before that, I was with a different man. Who was he? I didn't recognise him. And he was telling me to run, and then he…died…outside that building –

The building. There was building, and it was on fire. And there had been people inside that building, I heard them…screaming…

But what was the building? Why was I there? Why did I need to run away from there? How did the fire start? Why did the first man help me? Why did the second man have a gun? Oh God, nothing made any sense…I couldn't remember any further back than the building being on fire.

Someone walked into the room again.

"Ah, you are awake." It was a man's voice, monotone and dull. It lacked any kind of empathy or emotion.

I heard the sound of a chair being dragged, up to my bed, and the man sat down in it. The stink of cigarettes was overpowering. "My name is Doctor Nakamura. Can I ask you a few questions?"

I nodded.

"First of all, who are you?"

The question took me by surprise. And initially, I struggled to answer it. But after a minute or so of thinking, dredges of memories had provided me with an answer.

"John…Brown. I think…Yeah, that's me." I confirmed, more to myself.

"Ok, Brown-san, you are clearly foreign. Where are you from?"

"Um…Australia."

"What is your job, over here in Japan?"

I was in Japan? I forgot about that. Wait…so I was speaking Japanese? I hadn't even realised…

"I work in Shibuya Hospital. I also work as a Catholic priest." The information was coming more fluently and confidently now. I could remember facts about my own life, facts that had disappeared temporarily.

"Good, you seem to be doing ok. Now, can you tell me what happened to you?"

"Huh?"

"Well, you were found in a river, that's one thing."

"Oh, I, uh, I fell in. Off a cliff."

The doctor frowned, but said nothing on the matter. "And before that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Brown-san, something happened to you. And we are rather…concerned."

"Why?"

The doctor sighed, and shifted uncomfortably. "We have…examined you. And you show signs of…well, it's clear you've at least been in a fight of some kind."

"A fight?" I swallowed. Somehow, the doctor's expression was making me nervous. He was eyeing me with suspicion and…pity.

"Doctor, what do you mean?" I insisted again.

Again, the doctor shuffled on his seat. He examined closely his identity badge, twirling it around in his fingers, as if looking to the picture for an excuse to give.

"…You have been severely beaten, Brown-san. Severely beaten." He stressed the words. "Your skin shows ligature marks, and several other signs of…abuse. Please tell me what happened."

I closed my eyes. "I don't know."

"Think harder."

"I don't know." I repeated.

The doctor sighed impatiently. "Ok then, what is the earliest memory you can recollect?"

I strained my memory, tried to think back past the smudge of vacant thoughts. It made me feel sick and nauseous, but I persisted anyway.

"Um…I was…leaving work…"

That was it.

That was all I could remember.

"…Is that all?" The doctor echoed my thoughts.

"…Yeah." I swallowed.

The doctor sighed once more. "Was there anything unusual, or suspicious you encountered?"

After some thought, I came up with nothing.

"You at least know the date? Of the last day you can remember?" The doctor suggested.

"March…March the 5th…"

The doctor frowned. "Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Mmhm."

"How do you remember?"

"My cousin called me, and she was excited for a game that was being released."

"Your cousin?"

"Yeah."

"If I were to call this cousin, could she verify this?"

I nodded, still confused. "Why would you need to verify it?"

The doctor opened his mouth to speak, then closed it swiftly, as if he had changed his mind. For a moment, he remained silent, fidgeting with the identity badge again. Finally, he spoke up.

"Today is the 4th of April."

I stared at him. April?

"If this information is correct, you've been...missing...for a month."