Thirty Five
[Maine comes too slowly, feeling like he's dragging himself from one fog into another; very clearly he remembered events from home, going on the Sarcophagus mission, how things started to unravel and spin out of control, taking that sniper bullet intended for Carolina ... he also clearly remembered Paris, driving a cab, hanging out in bars, living in a broom closet full of dudes, the language barrier...]
[Even more disconcerting was the year and a half of memories from his stay in the castle, but less clear and lacking meaning and motivation. He groans lowly as he comes to and moves to sit up, but Washington had made sure to restrain him while he slept. Well, this was awkward.]
[ He pulls at the restraints on his wrists to test their hold and his own strength, wondering if he could just rip himself free, and it's then that he catches sight of his journal lying open on the bedstand.]
Hey.
Hey!
[[ooc: Loss officially over and De-Canonpump officially official!]]
[Even more disconcerting was the year and a half of memories from his stay in the castle, but less clear and lacking meaning and motivation. He groans lowly as he comes to and moves to sit up, but Washington had made sure to restrain him while he slept. Well, this was awkward.]
[ He pulls at the restraints on his wrists to test their hold and his own strength, wondering if he could just rip himself free, and it's then that he catches sight of his journal lying open on the bedstand.]
Hey.
Hey!
[[ooc: Loss officially over and De-Canonpump officially official!]]