“Sir, can you tell me your name?”
“Radio through to the hospital, he’s showing signs of...”
I close my eyes and concentrate on the question. All sound drifts away and I’m alone with my thoughts. What is my name? No answer can be found. I’m no one.
“Sir? We found a wallet. Does the name David Turner mean anything? Do you remember what happened to Anna?”
The name sends a shiver through me and I start to cry. My darkness is permeated with a strong flash of red but no pictures come. All I see is red. I open my eyes and greet the deep blue gaze of paramedic. I look down at my body and see the same red. Blood. I look across and see a lifeless body on the bed.
“Sir, do you remember what happened to Anna?”
I return to my haze of red and cry.