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Prologue 2: NightmaresAlarm clock. Morning. Damn. I roll over to shut it off. Six AM. Damn, why am I up this early? Wait a minute—where am I?
I look around. I'm in a hotel room that's probably seen better days. There are clothes hung over a chair, but I see nothing else. I get out of bed to investigate and find nothing in the dresser, nothing in the bathroom. Odd. Wherever I am, I seem to be traveling pretty light.
I open the curtains and look out the window. Looks like summer. I'm in a good-sized city, probably downtown from the looks of it. It seems familiar, but I can't figure out why, or where it is. Shit.
And as I wonder where I am and why I would be there, I realize something else: I'm not sure who I am. Sure, my reflection in the mirror seems familiar, but I can't come up with a name, or a job, or a family, or anything. Wherever I am, I must be starting over. Unless I'm just still groggy from waking up so damn early, and it's all going to come back to me any minute now.
Nope. Damn. A nice hot shower and still not a clue. Maybe I was just too distracted by how crappy the hotel soap is. At least now I know I'm in a Holiday Inn. That's a step.
I watch TV for a while, and everything seems familiar enough, but there's still nothing specific. I do know that I'm in Detroit, which is one more step. I decide it's late enough in the morning to head out and see if I can find anything out from the rest of the world.
After reading the paper I'm up on my current events but still don't know who I am. This is getting pretty fucking unnerving. And I'm hungry. Damn, why haven't I eaten yet? Am I that stupid? Maybe I just forgot my life. Sheesh. No, wait—the square root of 49 is 7, and the capital of Portugal is Lisbon. Okay, not stupid. But I'm still hungry. So I go to the coffee shop down the street and get a bagel. Being full makes me feel a little better. I seem to have cash on me—quite a bit, actually. Whoever I am, I don't seem to be doing to badly, Holiday Inn or not. But thinking of money makes me realize it'll run out sooner or later, and I start to think about getting a job.
I'm not sure what I'm good at, so I decide to walk around and see what I can find. Soon enough I find a warehouse, and that feels right, so I walk inside.
Some security guard walks up to me with a sneer and asks if I need anything. I tell him sure, I need a job, and he points me to the foreman's office. I find the foreman bent over paperwork. He tells me I can start driving a forklift tomorrow. It sounds good to me. I walk off and wonder what I'm going to do until tomorrow. Tomorrow. Ha. I wonder if I'll remember any of this tomorrow. Maybe it'll disappear into the same emptiness that the rest of my life did. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and it'll all come back. Anything's possible, right?
As I step out of the office, the foreman calls me back. "Hey, buddy, you forgot something."
He doesn't know the half of it. "What?"
"What's your name?"
Shit. I reach into the back of my brain, and then it comes to me, floating out from behind the clouds, a shimmer of something.
"Logan. My name is Logan."
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Next chapter will be in the present, I promise, and it'll be longer. Sorry if this was too choppy—I'm not used to present tense narration, but it made sense for this part. I hope it worked. So enjoy, and I'll try to get some of the *real* story up pretty soon.
