The Ball. I had left with someone I met there. A Stripcreator regular. But who? The sudden flashbacks attacking my mind kept distracting me. I tried to concentrate.
I don't think these pants are mine, but I guess they'll have to do.
A brief burst of violence... I'm running from a police siren...I've lost something important... a woman's voice trying to tell me something I need to know...
The fresh cuts and scratches I started finding all over my body were too small to account for the amount of blood staining my hands and forearms. It had obviously belonged to someone else at one time.
There's only one person who can help me figure this out. I'd better go see him.
