It's not every day that you survive a bullet to the head. Doc says I was lucky. Says the Goddesses must be watching over me. I don't feel lucky; how can I, when I've forgotten my real name, my job, and whatever it is that's telling me I've forgotten something important? Now I have to find out why whoever it was that did this to me felt like they had to; they may be the only lead I got to remembering. And if they don't want to tell me...well... Turnabout's fair play, isn't it?