"Bleh!" I shout as the foreign liquid begins to burn my throat. Sticking my tongue out in disgust. It was so strong that I'm sure my face resembled someone that took a shot of screech for the first time.
"What the hell was that?" I ask.
"Does it even matter?" He asks.
Honestly, probably not. If anything, I don't think I even want to know what exactly that was.
"Whatever. But I don't feel any different." I say.
"I thought you said that it should help recover some of my memories." I said.
He looks at me curiously. It also seems that he's just as confused as me as to why this didn't work.
"Hmm."
The man suddenly turns away from me and grabs a large book from under the counter. My eyes continue to follow his every move, not sure what to expect next.
"Mhmm... Hmm... Huh..." The man
