Sam

*You wake up in the woods. You can't think right. You try to speak, but can only form simple sentences. The last thing you remember is laying down on a table in a white room with people looking at glowing boxes. You see a woman. You know her. You love her. She is Sam. She says* You here? Why? *Come to think of it, you can't remember your name, either. You stand up, and you are wearing only a kilt made of deerskin and a fur vest.*