I sat dejectedly in my improvised headquarters, pondering my hopeless situation.

The one person who knows who you are is on the run.

Tyler Dayspring surely wants you dead.

Something happened to you with Weapon X.

You're a murderer.

I shook the last thought out of my head. No, no, I'm not a murderer!

I didn't know what to believe. Was I really named Jack, like Tyler said? Or was I this Wade Wilson? Or someone else? So many questions.

It had been a few days since I'd rescued that woman from those thugs in the alley. I thought I recognized her, but I couldn't say for sure. For days I'd tried to remember her name, who she was, anything. But I just couldn't figure it out.

She looked so familiar…

Oh.

That was it.

I remembered when I'd first woken up in the Weapon X facility, when Tyler "rescued" me. I'd had flashbacks of my life, visions of a woman…

That woman.

My wife.

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I stepped into the alley beside my temporary residence, looking for security cameras. If one had spotted my fight with the woman's assailants, it would be possible to access the footage, contact Tyler's untrustworthy weapons supplier Weasel, and have him use facial recognition software to identify her- if the camera caught her face.

I found several cameras in that area, but they were old and broken- which, now that I think of it, is one reason why I chose a building in this alley as my HQ.

So how would I find her?

I was pondering all this when I found her driver's license.

Well, I could have saved several days by looking for stuff she might have dropped earlier.

But what mattered was that I had it now.

I stared at her photo. She was an attractive woman with blonde hair that had a greenish tinge in the light. Images of her flooded through my mind- strolling through a college campus, then wearing a wedding dress, then holding a tiny baby in a hospital bed…

I have a child somewhere, or children. Children who are missing their daddy.

Who left them to become a mercenary, a voice in my head said.

Shut up, I told it.

I need to get back to them. My family.

And this license might be the key to that.

And to unlocking my past.

I gasped when I saw my wife's name on the card: ABIGAIL NICOLE BRAND WILSON.

Wilson.

Abigail Brand married Wade Wilson.

Tyler had lied to me.

My name was most certainly not Jack.