He stumbled toward the bed and picked up the note, unfolding it with care. Someone had taken some time to put this together. There, in heavily flourished handwriting, was a letter.

Julian——

I hope you don’t remember what we talked about. If you dont, he didn’t, then all went as planned. Your subconscious knows. That’s the only thing that needs to know. You may find yourself doing things and not noticing it, or realizing why. This is normal. Try not to interfere with our plan.

Relatively sincerely,
S

S? How could he take advice from someone who referred to himself(herself?) with only a letter? He dropped the letter and pressed a hand to his aching head. What had he and “S” done to him? Worse yet, what had they talked about that required a five-day coma?