M.I.A.
- LECTURAS 14
- Votos 1
- Partes 3
He woke up in a hospital, doesn't know why he's there, doesn't know
who he is, doesn't even know how he got there, and he's got a real bad
headache. He's got a head wound the size of a baseball, he can't see with his right eye, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't get a straight answer for anything, except that mineshaft workers found him crystalized and immediately flew him to the 'hospital.' Nobody could figure out how long he was in the crystal, and the only thing he could remember was his name.
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