I’ve been here another day and I can feel the influence of the global amnesia. Who am i? It has been awhile since I’ve heard my own voice. If I keep going on like this, what will be the point of continuing as Journalist Sam? I really don’t know anything anymore. Big Bubba will know I’ve failed my mission.
What was I talking about?
The dragon is coming to swallow me.
I can see its face.
What shiny teeth!
I am gone.