You know, looking back now if you had told me that at the age of 11 my little sister would be kidnapped and the memories of everyone who had come in contact with her would be wiped, I would say, "what kinda drugs are you on Sir" And laugh. If you had then told me that my memories would be spared, only because I was throwing up in a toilet, I think I'd have burst a lung. Funny how life is isn't it. Never quite what you expect, never as long as you wish it was.