He didn’t know where he was. He could feel himself somewhere far away, but he wasn’t quite there yet. What had happened? Central Processing? A doctor. The serum! No, it wasn’t like that. Complications. The transfer. He had to have another procedure. What about Patty? Patty? Was that someone he had met on his travels? Did he meet her in the Philippines? She was beautiful. What did she look like? She was blonde, I think. She had blue eyes, beautiful blue eyes. Hawaii maybe or Australia. He’d been all over. He had a boat and a crew. Bob, that was his first mate.

He could feel his world changing. He didn’t want it to, but he didn’t seem overly perturbed by it either. His life was being rewritten before his subconscious eyes. It wasn’t him. No, it’s not true! I won’t believe it! But it is true. I remember it. It must be true. It’s all there. It’s complete. But what’s this emptiness? There’s a hole somewhere. It started with a P. It had blue eyes.

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