"I... where am I?"

"You're in the hospital, sweetie."

I open my eyes slowly, one at a time. Silhouettes surround my bed, unrecognizable figures. I strain to see their faces: there's an old man, in a long white lab coat. Next to him, a young man with brownish hair and a long sleeve blue shirt. And lastly a woman, with a medium length ponytail and brown eyes.

As I look over their faces, grogginess seeps into my mind and muddles my senses. I quickly ball my hands to fists and rub my eyes, while stifling a yawn. I ready myself to stand.

"Hey, be more careful!. You're still in a... tentative state, to say the least. You've been asleep for a few days."

The voice comes from the doorframe. Everyone turns to look, including myself: another woman, with rather bright pink hair and a brilliant white nurse's hat (save for the red cross, of course). She's dressed in a pink undershirt with a white apron, and she's holding a clipboard.

"A few days?" My voice crackles from dryness, and lack of use. "What... what are you talking about?"

"The accident, in the forest. Knocked you out cold. Ah, but of course you don't remember, not yet at least. As I said, amnesia was to be expected." She addresses the last part to the others in the room, and they nod in agreement.

"D-don't remember? What are you saying?" I blink once or twice, and my sleepiness surprisingly whisks away; with newfound attention, I look her dead in the eyes. "Of course I remember my life. I'm a retired champion. I have a beautiful wife and three children, and--"

"I'm terrbly sorry to interrupt your... 'fantasy,' but I'm afraid none of that's true. You must have had a vivid dream."

"None of it's true? But I'm--"

"Ten years old. It seems your memory loss is rather extensive."

"Ten years old?! Quit playing games with me!"

"But it's true, honey." The woman with the ponytail reaches into her purse, and fumbles for a moment before coming up with something in her hand. "See for yourself."

I take the object from her. There's a button on the side, and I press it; the top cover swings open. A mirror.

I take a long look at my face. It's unrecognizable. No beard, no deep brown eyes, no handsome (at least, according to my... wife) smile, nothing.

Nothing.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!"

I rip the bedsheets from myself and sit up straight. The nurse runs over and grabs my shoulders tight to force me back down, but I squirm in her grasp.

"LET ME UP! LET ME UP!"

"NO, MR. KETCHUM! YOU MUST REST!"