I just want to open this chapter with this reflection. There is a lot of things in this story that are going to start coming out as Punk starts remembering things. As we approach the next part of the story here are some questions and thoughts to keep in mind.

The people who knew something was wrong that night in Columbus Ohio were more numerous than could be counted. CM Punk was knocked out in front of the Arena. There would have been plenty of witnesses to the attack but they would just assume someone would save Punk. What about the wrestlers who were still in the building that night. were they standing on the other side of the door watching as Orton hit Punk with a chair and saw Big Show carrying Punk away? If someone had just did something that night to stop them, would Punk have been safe? That seems to be the conundrum that may not ever be answered.

Dr. Sievers pulled something out of his desk drawer and handed it to Punk. "This was dropped off by your sister Chez. She said that it was found recently and thought you should have it."

Punk took it from him and turned it over and over a couple of times. There was a red X on either side of it but he didn't see anything familiar about it. He opened the wallet and saw it was empty except for a folded up piece of paper. He unfolded it and saw that it was a plane ticket from Cleveland Ohio to Chicago Illinois.

"I was going home," he said more to himself than the doctor. "I wasn't going to Smackdown…" his voice trailed off as he realized what he was saying. "I remember calling Amy and telling her I was flying to Chicago after RAW. I didn't make it." He tried to remember why but he came up with a blank. "I don't remember why I didn't go home."

"That's okay," the doctor said, "but at least you remember something and you remember that you were going to be at RAW."

"I guess I was a wrestler after all," Punk said, "but why didn't I go home?" he said his voice filled with such pain from trying to figure his life out.

"I think it's a clue to what may have happened to you. From the conversations I had with your family, the PPV in Detroit Michigan appears to be the last show you were seen at before you appeared on RAW. I'm not a wrestling fan so I can't even begin to imagine what was going through your head that night. You want to talk about it?"

Punk sat back in his chair with a sigh. "I was scared. I was still so sure that I was playing some part. That I was pretending to be a pro wrestler. I mean I don't even look like a pro wrestler. The other guys were huge except that guy in the bull suit that I saw backstage for a brief second. It was like a circus backstage. Hunter kept telling me to calm down but how could I? I was about to go out to the ring and play some guy who's straight edge. I was almost sure they were going to make me wrestle. Hunter said next time they'd make me speak on TV," he shuddered at the idea.

Dr. Sievers flipped through his folder re-reading his notes. "Do you remember how you met Hunter?"

Punk shook his head. "It's almost like my mind is a complete blank before that show. I mean I assume he was my boss at one point but I don't remember."

Dr. Sievers sat there staring at his notebook thinking. Punk's memories seemed to be coming back but he was losing his recent memories just as fast. He decided to try another approach to see how much he remembered.

"I want to test something. Please name me the people you do remember."

"There are my adopted parents Laura and Steve. My sisters Chez, Chalene, and Cassiee. My brother Charlie. Colt Cabana is supposedly my best friend and a girl named Amy is my girlfriend. I called her that night. some guy named Raven that I still don't understand who he is. And then some WWE people named John Cena, Chris Hero, Bryan, Kofi, and…" he froze. "Paul Heyman. He…" he couldn't finish that sentence because it felt like something in his mind slammed shut on him.

"He what," Dr. Sievers pressed gently.

"I don't know," Punk said in frustration. "I hate him for some reason but I can't remember why. He did something to me but I can't remember what it was. It just felt like something in my mind slammed shut when I tried to remember him. Will I ever get better?"

"I really believe you will. I want to see how much you remember after the drugs are completely out of your system and I think we might need to try hypnosis."

"Hypnosis," Punk asked with doubt in his voice.

"Might be the best way to unlock whatever's in your mind. I think once we unlock it you'll make real progress."

"What if I don't like it?"

"As I've said before, I'm always going to be here to help you through it. Our session is almost finished. I just wanted to let you know I received a phone call from Amy Dumas. She will be coming tomorrow to visit. We can talk about her visit the next day."

Amy was coming? He wondered. He wasn't sure what he thought of that. he still wasn't sure who she was.

Notes: Jules asked me when Amy was going to be in the fic well it looks like next chapter ;). Hope you guys are enjoying.