My name.... Jacques. That was the only thing I was really sure about. The rest was a blur in my mind, at first. It might've been Alzheimer's. It could've been old age. It could've been anything at all. The more I thought about it, the more confusing it became. And when I became confused, my head hurt... worse and worse, every time. I didn't know what was coming for me. I also didn't know the twelve others that suddenly occupied my thoughts.
What was I to do?