A shiver assaults me. The door opens, and once again, I get a wash of relief that it isn’t Carl and Evelyn. The doctor enters with a soft smile that lights up his eyes, which are framed with black glasses.

"How are you feeling?"

"Confused. Tired. Sore."

He nods at each word. "That’s normal. Have you had any memory loss?"

"Yes. I don’t remember what happened."

He nods again and moves closer to my bed. "That’s normal as ...