Chapter 1

I woke up in a hospital bed with no memories. Well not quite no memories. It might be better to say I woke with no personality. I did not know who I was, where I was from, or any other memories that make up the "person". Let me throw some details in here that I learned later.

I had been found alongside the highway, I-20 west of Ft. Worth, Texas, in Parker County. My clothes were torn to shreds no identification was found. In fact I looked like I been hit and dragged for a couple hundred feet down the highway before being dumped on the shoulder. While unconscious the sheriff department fingerprinted me in the hope of getting identification. Which was a complete failure, and then they went for DNA identification. That took a week to get the test done. Nothing was found there either. No Military, criminal, or driver licenses anywhere in the USA.

My medical records after 11 days still stated John Doe. But the information within those records was getting pretty extensive. No cavity or missing teeth. Appendix was intact, no bones show signs of every being broken, and scarring was all recent for the injuries on the highway. Age estimate was 29-32. My body was in great shape, which is one of the reason they believe I was still alive.

I had a concussion with bruising and a slight hematoma that dissolved with medication. The doctors believed that the head injury caused the loss of memories, and specific to me Post-traumatic retrograde episodically amnesia. This simply meant the loss of past personal information due to injury.

Well after weeks of testing, and I do mean testing, it was deem that my amnesia was permanent. That it was not psychological in nature but that I had injury the brain someway where it was stored. It was very unlikely that I would get those memories back. I was a new person.

A new person, then Catch-22 stomped in. By the time they were ready to discharge me they found they could not do so. In order for the hospital to charge the cost of my care off to the county they had to have my identification. Now we are talking about over $100,000 in medical cost. But not only did I not have any ID, I did not know who I was. So once again the sheriff department got involved. I simply sat in the wheel chair and watched.

Finally the sheriff and the county attorney showed up. I listen with my ears and my mind. Oh, I forgot to mention I can read minds. Telepathy I believe it was called. Best that I can tell the injury to my brain caused it.

"Sheriff this is a mess. I don't mean the money but the bad publicity could make us out to be jackasses."

"I agree it's a mess. I am for sure not going to arrest that guy. It is like arresting a person for being naked outside his burning home."

"Joe, your department found nothing on him?"

"Not on him or any records of him in any government database. John Doe is the only thing we have and we gave him that."

"That it! That's how we can handle this. We give him identification!"

The county attorney pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and hit the speed dial.

"Judge Dennis, we need some help. Yeap, me and Sheriff Joe be there in just a couple of minutes."