"It's okay," I replied, I looked at the woman sat before me, there was something about her, could I trust her? Maybe yes, maybe no, but I went on, "May I call you Tara?" I asked, she nodded her head, "I have this problem, I can't remember anything about my past, I woke up one day in a military hospital, surrounded by guards, I was in a room being watched day and night, they came in my room doing test after test after test on me." As I spoke I watched Tara's reaction, she was calm, "Then one night, I knew it was night as I had a small window in the roof, I got these terrible pains, I couldn't fight them, I never felt pain like it; it felt like I was being ripped apart from the inside." I stopped and took a mouthful of my glass of wine, "this is the worst part, I woke up in the morning with no knowledge of the night before, they were all dead, they were all ripped apart, my room was smashed to pieces, the secure area I was in with all the equipment was smashed, I had done that, do you want to know how I know?" I looked at Tara, she nodded, "there was cctv in the lab, I found the control room and watched I had changed; I saw myself change into something, I don't know what to call it; I saw this person kill everyone, I had to get out of there and quick, the doors were all open, there was no-one around I just walked out of the hospital, brought myself that truck and here I am."<br/>Tara stayed quiet, as the band started up again with an oldie, I waited for a reaction, I really expected her to scream or leave or even run to the phone to call the police, I didn't know what to expect.