Dreams and memories crashed together like stock cars and then Lee Case sharply awoke. The hospital was migraine bright and stank of antiseptic. He was still irritated by a constant beep, which he had taken a while to realize was his own heartbeat, tracked by machines. Every now and then, the old drunk that was strapped in the bed next to his would shout in Polish and try to escape from his straps. Then he’d burst into tears and sob uncontrollably until one of the nurses calmed him down.
Lee Case took out the mirror that Dr Anna Nowak had given him and again looked at his reflection. The face had become a little more familiar over the last few weeks, but he still couldn’t say that he recognised it. Or remembered anything of his life before Anna had found him in the snow. After a little pro
