[ Sam sits back and closes his eyes, a blossom of worry growing in his stomach. Maybe something really is wrong with him, if he's hallucinating like this. Imagining people have tails and thinking he works for the President.
He hates being at the mercy of the people around him, but he might just have to deal with it until his memory gets better.
If it gets better. There's a nauseating thought. ]
My name is Sam Seaborn. [ He knows that much. He's going to cling to that crumb of absolute certainty for all he's worth. ] And you are too sadistically perky to be my hallucination.
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He hates being at the mercy of the people around him, but he might just have to deal with it until his memory gets better.
If it gets better. There's a nauseating thought. ]
My name is Sam Seaborn. [ He knows that much. He's going to cling to that crumb of absolute certainty for all he's worth. ] And you are too sadistically perky to be my hallucination.
[ Ha. That felt right too. ]