...open the door...


What?


...c'mon, man, open the door...


I-I can't. It's locked.


...don't be stupid, just open the door...


I said I can't open it. Leave me alone.


...c'mon, man, don't be stupid just open it...


Fine. I'll just look the other way.


And then Mick Harrison opened his eyes. The uneasy feeling he was having was explained when he realized he was lying in a bed in a room that wasn't his own.

He sits in the bed and starts looking around him. He's in a woman's room, that's for sure. Is it possible that he got lucky last night, he thinks? Nah, he would remember that...

Then the door opens, and a beatiful woman walks in. He thinks he'd definitely remember that.

"Mick, you're awake! Thank God... I was starting to get worried..." she says.

She starts yapping and yapping about how she saw him in the circus and how she read about him and his friends in the paper and how he is an hero and how worried she was for him... but he doesn't listen. He's just looking at her.

When he overcomes the initial shock of her beauty, he starts thinking something is deeply wrong here... she talks as if they had met before but, again, he'd remember her. She's obviously concerned about him too... why? Who is she?

She opens his mouth to ask that question, but instead all he gets is an annoying pain in his throat. And he remembers.

She notices he seems to be in pain and asks "Mick? Are you ok?"

He answers by pointing at his mouth.

"What? Y-You can't talk...?"

He nods.

"Oh my God... What happened...? I mean, I'm sorry, I... take this..." she says as she hands paper and a pen to him "Tell me the whole story... I wanna know"

How did he ever forget her, he thinks? Then he starts writting:
"The last thing I can remember is being in my place in Chicago, with my roomate. Next thing you know, I'm in a Mandelovian Hospital. Some guy was telling me that I was in a plane that was 'shot down over enemy territory', taken hostage and tortured. He said that they managed to rescue only me, and they did all they could but the cuts in my throat were too deep and I'd never never talk again. He said I was taken to Mandelovia because the terrorists had kept me near the border. Then I was released from the hospital. I just started walking on the streets, still shocked and confused, until I realized how much this whole thing sucked. I went to a bar. I sat there for hours wishing I could get drunk (the doctor told me to drink only water for 3 months)... Then, I guess I did... I don't know, I think I passed away..."

"Oh my God..." she says horrified after reading what he wrote "I-I found you uncouncious on the street and took you here... My God, that is horrible... And you say you don't remember any of that happening? Wait, they only rescued you...? Your friends died...?"

He looks at her with a puzzled look on his face. He takes the paper and pen again and writes:
"What friends? My band?"

"Oh my God you don't remember that either... you poor thing..."

She thinks that he was probably on a mission with his group of Revolutionaries and they were captured by some anti-Metahuman group. She thinks the shock of being tortured caused him amnesia. She thinks he doesn't remember meeting her, or what a great hero he is.

"Don't worry, Mick" she says "I'm gonna take care of you..."

[ 02-10-2002: Message edited by: I'm Not Mister Mxypltk ]