You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare,
Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour.
This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air
Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place,
could you wake up as a different person?
"Help me. Help
me... Where am I?"
"You're in a hospital"
I spent an hour and a half in rehab.
In a rehab facility, rather.
Do you know what it feels like to be locked in the geriatrics section of a
mental institute for an hour and a half to hang a picture frame?
I do...
"Help! Help! Help me dammit! Isn't there anyone here I can
talk to? Where am I? Where am I going? What am I gonna do?
where's my shoes? Where's my money?"
"Sir, do you remember when your son came by this morning?"
"My son didn't come by this morning, where's my pants?"
"Sir, we're trying to help you with your memory, that's why you're
here."
I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have
to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I
have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there. Do I
believe the world's still there? Is it still out there?... Yeah. We all need
mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different.
"Here, let me put this
lipstick on you... there... lick your lips now. Doesn't that look
beautiful?"
that's not lipstick...
"Yes, she looks wonderful."
that's medicine
"Now lick your lips. That's nice."
Maybe
you can't understand what's happened. Can't say I really understand, either.
Backwards amnesia. That's what the sign says. CRS disease. Your guess is as
good as mine.
Maybe you can't understand what happened to you...
"Help, where am
I?"
"Sir, you're in a hospital"
"where's my pants?"
...you're a cripple. A corpse. And as for the passage of
time, well, that doesn't really apply to you anymore, does it? Just the same ten
minutes, over and over again.
"Hey Jen, what ever
hap-"
"We had to call the cops"
"He's just sort of lashing out. He's really freaking out."
And yes... the doors were locked.
"Help! Help! Where am I?"
"Sir, you're in a hospital."
I remember
when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place.
Even your emotions had an echo
In so much space
"Help... please?" | 
