"Ugh my legs," I say. "Your finally awake" a female voice says. I open my eyes and jump to my feet only to fall back down again. "Your legs are broken," says the girl. "Ya think" I replied. I look down at the bandages covering my legs and I remember something. Something that I might have done before. It was a crazy idea, probably wouldn't work. But I had to try. I took a deep breath and focused on the break in my right leg. I thought of them mending, and I felt a sharp pain in my right leg right where the break was. Then such relief. I did the same with my left and a stood up to look around. "What's your name?" I asked the girl. "Christine," replied the girl. "What's your name?" I paused. "I don't know" I said. "The people that come out of that place usually don't. They usually don't live long either. How about we think of a name for you?" I agreed. "How about Horace?" She said. I stayed silent for a minute and then said "I would rather go back into the tank. How about...... Christian?" She agreed thinking that it was a good name. "Ok I just have one question for you." I said. "Where are we?"
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The Joy Of Remembrance
Mistério / SuspenseIt is a fast-paced suspense thriller. Subject 311-B has just awoken from an isolation tank in the middle of Montana. He has no memories and doesn't know who he is. Come accompany him on his journey for remembrance.
