"Ugh, I feel terrible!"

...you spurt out. Not only can you not feel your limbs, but your head aches something awful.

"Oh, my poor Puppy!" says the woman, almost crying, as she leans in to give you a hug, "Don't you worry about a thing, mommy's here for you!"

"Who are you?" you ask.

"Why, I am Mara, your loving wife! Don't you remember me?"

"Sorry, but I really can't say that I do." you reply, half confused, half embarrassed.

"That's ok, Puppy, you took a nasty blow on the head, the doctor says you might have temporary memory loss. But everything will be fine now: you're home, you're with me, and you're safe! Just promise me you'll never leave the house again?" she says looking deep into your eyes.

"I..."