"I'm fine, why?"

...you ask in return. In spite of the mild headache, and the limp arms, you really do feel fine.

"Oh, Puppy, you're always trying to spare my feelings, acting so brave, but I just know you're in terrible pain and confusion!" says the woman, almost crying.

"Look, I don't know who you are, but I'm telling you: I am fine! My head might hurt a bit, but I'm alright otherwise!"

"Oh, see? You can't even remember me! And you say that you're fine?"

"Should I remember you?" you ask in disbelief.

"Yes! I'm your wife, Mara!" she exclaims impatiently, then she suddenly calms down, "Ah, but you really can't remember. It's like the doctor said: you're suffering from amnesia."

"Amne- what?"

"Amnesia. It's a condition; memory loss."

"But I can remember everything just fine!"

"And me? Can you remember me?"

"No, I really can't say I ever saw you before."

"That's just how amnesia works. You can remember some things, but not others. Look at your hand, doesn't the ring ring any bells?"

"I... I can't feel my arms."

"Let me help you." she says as she lifts your hand to your face so you can see a golden metal band wrapped around your finger, "Remember now?"