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.