Ethan stirred. He lay still on the bed, listening. His eyes fluttered open, and for several minutes, he didn’t know where he was. He looked around the bedroom, and it all seemed new to him, as foreign and unfamiliar as a hotel room. And then he had an even more alarming revelation: he didn’t even know who he was, as if his memory had been wiped clean.
There were voices in the room with him. At first, he couldn’t make them out, because they were whispering, but gradually, words became clearer. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the voices: two men with deep voices.
“If Ethan would just go down there and get the old man out onto that balcony, all of his problems would be solved.”
“You mean, like, give him a shove? God, that’s cold.”
“Cold as s**t. But drastic times call for drastic mea
