The name Jack triggered something in my mind. “Am I Jack?” I wondered.
“I don’t remember…” I said, rubbing my temple.
“Hush now,” Amy said. “Lay back. You need some rest.”
She gestured everyone else to get out of the room. Minutes later, she reentered the room. It was all very confusing.
“Jack seems familiar. Should you look familiar?”
Amy nodded at me vigorously. “Yes, you are Jack. I don’t know if you’d remember me, but I surely remember you. Everyone knows you. You were captured and presumed dead. Some of us never gave up hope though. As for your memory, I’m pretty sure you were heavily drugged. They probably drugged you to keep you captive and to get information out of you.”
I felt that uncomfortable exposed feeling again. Information?
“We have spies with them though. I’m thinking someone saved you. They must have equipped you with a parachute and tossed you out of a plane right over our headquarters. It’s genius actually.”
I remembered the terrifying journey to the ground. It didn’t feel completely genius. But, I was alive.
“Listen,” Amy said urgently in a whispered voice, “There are some,” she gestured with her chin outside the room, “Who would rather have you gone, who may have betrayed you in the first place. You need to keep acting like you don’t remember who you are until you know who you can trust.”
“OK,” I said, nodding, though I didn’t really have any idea what she was talking about.
Amy smiled encouragingly and left the room again.
Acting like I don’t remember? I was pretty sure I could do that. My mind felt like a heavy fog was over it.
I closed my eyes and must have slept because the next thing I knew, there was daylight streaming in between the curtains and a man was standing over me, staring down. He was the man who had opened the door of the farmhouse. Also, his name was Hank. I remembered that.
“Jack?” he asked, “Is it really you? You look very…altered.”
I remembered what Amy had said about not knowing whom I could trust. I wondered if I could trust her?
I rubbed my head and acted like I was confused. It didn’t take too much effort because I was still quite confused.
“You’ve been through a lot,” Hank said, “Amy said she thinks you were drugged. Do you remember anything about the time you were…away?”
“How long was I gone?” I asked.
“Almost three years,” he answered.
Three years! That was a long time to have lost, to not have any memory of. Then I realized I had no memories at all. I did remember Hank though. Maybe things would come back to me.
Check back tomorrow to see if Jack remembers anyone or anything else!