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I woke up maybe last week, possibly a Tuesday, with a lot of blood on my shirt and really no idea about it and I forgot to tell you that what probably woke me up was a monkey on my chest and that's not even a metaphor.

He's got a little collar with a nametag and everything and it says:

'Momo'
'if lost, please return to Aang'

I dunno but I have a sneaking suspicion that that's my name?

I mean, it matches the one in my wallet. So I think that makes a lot of sense.

The only confusing bit is the note shoved into my pocket too, telling me not to go home, because it's signed 'Aang' and if I wrote it, how come I don't know about it?

How come I couldn't remember the night before?

Or the one before that?

I stumbled out into the street and someone screamed. The blood on my chest, I'd forgotten.

Into another alley I went.

I've been alley hopping since and whether I ask him to or not, Momo follows.

And I was kind of hoping stuff would start to come back to me but it hasn't yet and it's starting to get kind of cold but I don't have a jacket.

I asked Momo if he knew how to get home but he just took me to a burned out square of land, the earth scorched fresh again. I don't know what to d-

"Hey kid! I've seen you before! You do tricks right?"

Suddenly, a ball is pressed into my hand and a deck of cards.

"Show us what you got!"

I open my mouth to protest but my hands start shuffling comfortably and Momo pops the ball into his hat. People gather in the street as if summoned.

Well I guess.