Story idea.

" I said are you alright?" repeated the old woman.

It was cold and rainy out on this day and the gentleman got up from the sidewalk where he lie grasping his head in pain. There was a bruise.

"Sir I'll call the hospital at once!" , "No no it's okay mam I'm fine"

Was he really? The time is unknown and he couldn't even remember why his head hurt so much let alone where he was. In fact everything seemed to slip away in an instant and this made him uneasy. "Whats my name, shit! whats my name " he thought. What was his name? It was gone as well. He is our John Doe. He begins to walk trying to recollect his thoughts.

"Sir" He turns around, "Don't you want your briefcase?" asked the older woman.

"Oh yes!" he replied, "How could I forget?";

He picks up the small leather case and begins back up the street, not thinking at all to even ask the woman at the bus stop what had happened and why he could not remember a thing. Amnesia aside he knew he had a job to do. The case was locked and the combination was no where close to his recollection. He had just gotten off the bus, this much he remembered. " My pockets!" he thought, quickly rummaging about his coat to find a pager, a pair of sunglasses and a set of keys. Without further thought about it he continued up the street to see the diner; Approaching it further revealed the words "Nathans palace." This was where he needed to be , he was sure of it. He steps inside,the smell alone excites his nostrils. "Nothing like a good cup of coffee" He thought; Surely this would help him relax. He is greeted by a younger woman.

"Welcome to Nathans , will you be dining alone this evening?"

He wasn't sure. He felt as if he belonged here but couldn't remember why.

"No, I am expecting someone" That's right, He was!

"Well I'll give you a booth then "

He follows her to the far end of the room, closer to the restrooms. The briefcase he set under the table out of site. As she set his menu on the table he couldn't help but notice the piece of jewelry around her neck. An image of a moth with a impressed seal around it. He had been here before, he knew this place.

"Your server will be right with you."

"Beep beep, beep beep"

His pager goes off revealing a set of numbers. Again familiar to him but unfamiliar at this point. Our friend is brought to the attention of a stocky older gentleman.

"Its about time you showed up, Lewis tells me you'll have me all fixed up in no time!"..

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