( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Two things I've figured out so far.

One - I'm a cop. Since I woke up in a police station, and I have a gun and a badge.

Two - I think I'm having an affair. Yeah, normally, that's not something you'd make public, but I'm pretty sure I'm having an affair with the guy I woke up with since we were kinda all over each other because he has a wedding ring. And I don't. Again, normally not something you'd make public, but it's not like we know who he's married too, or anything. Or if his wife is even actually alive, or anything.

But if I am having an affair, I guess this makes me the town tramp or whatever.

Oh god What the hell am I?

I killed someone

I wish there was some way of just fixing this. I would be so much safer easier if we could all remember who we are. There's people here who do remember, even if they're all kind of strange, so clearly this isn't just a thing about this place.

I don't know. I just know I want my memory back.

So I guess I really do work in the pie shop! And believe me my pies are amazing. I didn't even know that I could even cook let alone back a pie. Just thought that I would have worked the register and getting people their pies. Not actually baking them. So if anyone wants pie come on down here and taste one. You won't regret it.