HIYA.

Did you know, that if you get hit in the head, really, really hard. You get some memories back?

Although, I suppose that is only if you've lost them in the first place. Because of logic. And how that works and stuff.

Ugh, my head is killing me.

I went to the navy bases this morning, after breakfast. Some spicy fried fish, very delish. Haha, that rhymned. Anyway, I went there. And they were all "Fuck off asshole" So I was all "Get lit son!" and then a boat fell on me.

And now I remember.

I had a dog.

Big fluffy friendly drooly buddy. We used to run together. Through the warm summer grass, and the wide winter woods.

Ah, good memories. I used to use its fluffy soft belly as a pillow when I napped outside. Why was I napping outside?

Ow, thinking hurt. No more thinking.

Much better that the last time I remembered stuff. All that blood and smoke, and no friends. Well, there was that smile though.

That was a nice smile. I wish I could see that smile again.

My hed hrts

I gunna tke nap.

Niht.

*****

MY. HEAD. KILLS.

What in the name of fire happened to me?

Oh.

Looks like a boat fell on me. And I remembered a dog?

Did I?

Whatever, the dog is gone, but the pain is still right here.

Oh, right, healing fire.

Be right back.

*****

Oh geez, I am covered in blood. And naked, again.

I'm just sitting in some tall grass right now, looks like it is where I decided to 'nap' earlier.

Where did my clothes go!?

I am still wearing the satchel, so I must have taken it off, then removed my shirt, then put it back on.

WHY?!

And where did my pants go?! There was no reason at all to take off my pants.

This better not become a common thing. Having my little suns dangling in the breeze doesn't bother me, much. But it is a tempting target for any beastie or baddie looking to ruin my day. And judging fom the twin pillars of smoke rising into the sky on either side of me, there are lots of people who really don't need any temptation at all.

Best to avoid that unpleasantness altogether.

So, clothes, and an idea about what I did. So I can say I did it. It is important to take pride in the things you've done.

Right, go and do.

*****

Clothes, check. Easily done, just went on a walk around town, nobody is around. So I took a pair of pants off a clothesline.

Mission accomplished, medals all around!

An Idea what I did, no check.

I can guess from all the carnage and burning naval bases that things didn't go well when I asked after my friends.

But like I said, there is nobody around. The whole island is deserted. Food left on tables and clothes left out to dry. The docks are empty too. The only ship is the Friend Zone, and that's probably only because it sunk.

Nobody tried to salvage the Friend Zone it would appear.

I thought about flying around for a looksee, but I am kind of enjoying some time alone right now. How often do you get the chance to be completely unsupervised around someone elses stuff? Not often, so I spent a few hours snooping about.

It is just outrageous what people will hide under their bed, thinking it is perfectly safe and no one will look there. Bunch of perverts in this town if you ask me.

Well, after all my sleuthing about it is getting late. The sun is almost down, I guess I'll get some sleep?

See if tomorrow brings any answers.

Like, how did a boat fall on my head? And what was my dogs name? And where are my friends?

All good questions!

Goodnight.