The Eden Clinic

Detective Reinbrect entered the interrogation room, file in hand, then sat down across from Maggie who remained handcuffed, sitting at the opposite side of a small table.

Maggie stared intently at the Detective's file. She asked, "Does that tell you who I really am?"

Reinbrect put the file aside, folded his hands and stared into the woman's eyes for a long moment. "My supervisors told me quite a story about you, Maggie," Reinbrect finally said. "It is Maggie, right?"

"That's the name 'they' put inside my head. I have no idea who I really am," Maggie responded.

"Tell me about that," Reinbrect invited.

"You already know everything, just read my statement," Maggie said. She was exhausted. For two days now she'd been in police custody, ever since they found her unconscious near a freeway.

Reinbrect said, "You tell me your story; I tell you what my file says about who you really are. Deal?"

Maggie closed her eyes and responded, "Deal."

"Start at the beginning and tell me what you remember," Reinbrect advised.

Maggie laughed at this and said, "I'll tell you what I remember but I can't tell you if it's true."

Detective Reinbrect waited patiently.

Maggie began at the beginning....

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"It started at the local hospital. I wandered into Emergency and collapsed. They believed I'd been living on the streets for quite some time based upon my poor health and appearance. I was told later that I fell into a coma. That was when they transferred me to the Eden Clinic. That was where I received my recovery treatment after I came out of the coma three days later. Dr. Stevens was right there when I woke; like a hawk hovering over it's kill.

They had the whole thing planned before I even regained consciousness. When I woke, I was lying in a hospital bed. I couldn't remember a damn thing; nothing at all. I couldn't remember how I got there, or even my own name.

Dr. Stevens told me that all attempts at discovering my identity had come up fruitless. I had no form of identification on my person. My fingerprints and photo turned up nothing in everyone's data banks. To society, I was a ghost and didn't exist.

Dr. Stevens said I had a serious concussion; that someone must have struck me on the back of the head. He believed that this triggered my extreme amnesia, but told me not to worry for my memory would return in time.

The Eden Clinic specialized in extreme disorders, such as amnesia cases like mine. There were several other patients, like myself, but they kept us separated

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