It’s maddening not knowing who you are or where you came from. Not maddening-infuriating. We depend on continuity to make things right. That’s why we have calendars and watches. Time and memory connect us to what came before. When you get Alzheimer’s you lose that connection.

Nah, I don’t have Alzheimer’s- that was just an example. What I do have is a badge with the name ‘Davy Serra’ on it. I suppose it’s my name. I’ve been able to use it to get in and out of the Oakland Children’s hospital without any problems. My pack calls me Kris Kringle due to a misunderstanding that was in no way my fault. Fucking pricks.

Except those pricks are now my brothers and sisters. Well, sister, at any rate. They’re my family. And apparently we are in the middle of some kind of global war. I suppose it might be good not to remember what came before. I might feel guilty about having to leave it all behind.

Confused? Well so am I, but I’ll tell you the same thing they told me- “Welcome to the mother-fucking Sabbat, bitch!”