No plan. No backup. No choice. Expect the Incredible.

My mom? I think I would recognize my own mother, and I had no recollection of this women sitting in front of my hospital bed. Yet then again, now that I thought about it, I couldn't put a face to what my mom would look like... I didn't know what kind of plot these people were planning, but my throbbing head wasn't making it any easier to think out a plan. I tried sitting up only to realize I was strapped down.

"We had to strap you down in case you woke up with any memory problems. We don't want our patients running out of the hospital in a panic. We recently had another patient run out of the hospital yelling something about the sins of the hospital... we can't have that happen again."

Yeah right. Who straps a patient down to the bed? Last time I was strapped to a hospital bed it was with handcuffs, and that was because I was wrongly accused of blowing up the Kremlin. These people obviously didn't know who they were dealing with. I ripped open the straps and jumped out of the bed.

"Honey, what are you doing?!" said the woman, aka 'mom.'
"Now Heather, please calm down. Just lay back in bed and everything will be okay.." said the 'doctor.'
"My name is Ethan Hunt... wait... isn't Ethan a guy.."

A throbbing pain shot through my head and my vision went to black.

"Are you okay?" said the doctor, "You just collapsed all of a sudden, after you had a few... mismemories."
"Yeah, I'll be fine as soon as you let me go," I said.
"We can let you go, but you have to remain under the care of your mother, in case another incident where you black out occurs."
"Right. No."

I don't know why, but something told me whatever I did, I shouldn't go home with this woman, mom or no mom. This time I just sprinted right out, no commentary needed.

 I ran as fast as I could down the street, without stopping. I stopped by a place called "Isabella's Cafe," (the decor told me it was a strip club) as I was certain no one was following me. What the hell was going on? How come I couldn't remember most of my past? That's when I noticed a group of people in the back alleyway behind the strip club. It seemed a little odd when I saw someone sneak out and hit another  guys head. My gut feeling told me that my super strength would stop the evil-doer in no time. It was unfortunate that I didn't have my sleek black mask and my red, yellow, and black super suit.

I made it to the dumpster when all went black again.