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I wandered down the empty alley with nothing but the clothes i had stole out of the good will dumpster and the company of the sun bakeing on the back of my neck. Even though it was dead of winter and tempters raching down in the teens. New Yorks winters, infamisly cold but i felt like i was in a georiga summer. Yes, New York. The center of the world. Were everything happens. Its the only place a story like this could unfold. My mind was reaching back to the room i had ran from not so long ago. My blood staid clothes had been bruned in an old dumpster. I hoped i had removed all traces of me from that room. My heart raced. If i had missed one thing i would spend the rest of my life in jail. What was happening to me. Recently i have experiand black outs and lose of memory, but never anything like this. I have to find out what happening to me. Am i going insane? Did i kill that man? The man, who he was i dident even know. I figured that might be the first step at finding out whats happening to me.