I'm feeling somewhat better now. I still can't get my memories straight. I jumped of a building. I stabbed a power socket. I hung myself. Each time I try to remember it's different. Each of them seem real. All my memories before that are just a bunch of headache inducing bright colors. At least Indrid is gone now. Not dead, but gone. I think it would take a lot more than the death of his host to kill him.
My right arm is currently broken, likely happened during my suicide attempt. I don't know how to measure the freshness of a cast but I know that to get one I would have to have been at a hospital at some point. I guess the next thing to do is check the area for Hospitals and see if anyone remembers me. I'm going to have to make up a really good excuse for how I broke my arm and lost the memory of it. Car crash maybe?
Oh and I figured out what I lost. For the longest time I kept thinking that there was something I was supposed to be reading, so I looked back Indrid's last few posts on my blog and figured it out. 40 odd American Legends by Elissa K. Guiles is missing. Indrid Cold still has his clue to the Ark.
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