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Kane
winced
slightly
,
more
from
muscles
cramping
from
disuse
than
anything
else
,
and
took
a
deep
breath
.
’
I
don
’
t
remember
a
thing
.
I
can
barely
remember
my
name
.
’
’
Just
for
the
record
.
.
and
the
medical
report
,
’
asked
Ash
professionally
,
’
what
is
your
name
?
’
’
Kane
.
Thomas
Kane
.
’
’
That
’
s
all
you
remember
?
’
’
For
the
moment
.
’
He
let
his
gaze
travel
slowly
over
the
assembly
of
anxious
faces
.
’
I
remember
all
of
you
,
though
I
can
’
t
put
names
to
you
yet
.
’
’
You
will
,
’
Ash
assured
him
confidently
.
’
You
recall
your
own
name
and
you
remember
faces
.
That
’
s
a
good
start
.
Also
a
sign
that
your
loss
of
memory
isn
’
t
absolute
.
’
’
Do
you
hurt
?
’
Surprisingly
,
it
was
the
stoic
Parker
who
asked
the
first
sensitive
question
.
’
All
over
.
Feel
like
somebody
’
s
been
beating
me
with
a
stick
for
about
six
years
.
’
He
sat
up
on
the
pallet
again
,
swung
his
legs
over
the
side
,
and
smiled
.
’
God
,
am
I
hungry
.
How
long
was
I
out
?
’
Dallas
continued
to
stare
at
the
apparently
unharmed
man
in
disbelief
.
’
Couple
of
days
.
You
sure
you
don
’
t
have
any
recollection
of
what
happened
to
you
?
’
’
Nope
.
Not
a
thing
.
’
