It was the pain he strove to endure after facing the woman who was unfamiliar to him; that middle-aged lady looked at him in awe. She kept the question in her mind about what had occurred to the man before she poured it out to him.
"You don't remember me?" Her question sounded doubtful; she just wanted to ensure that it was a part of the negative effect the potion caused.
"How can I recall someone I never met before? Where am I?" While raining those inquiries, he moved to get out of bed.
"You are Andrew. I never knew that consuming that potion would make you like your memory."
Andrew quit, turning his perplexed face at her. "What potion? And why did I drink that potion?" It was strange as his mind could record none of her confession.
The witch stood up at her feet. "You had the desi
