August 15th 2006

The Hospital Room was quiet. There was a doctor and his assistant around a Hospital Bed, examining the unconscious man before them. All that could be heard was the silent beeping of the IV machine, and the pen, scratching against the doctor's notepad. "Look!" the nurse, standing near the man's head exclaimed, pointing at the calm, emotionless features of a very young adult, who, after one year, was finally waking up from a deep coma. The doctor looked stunned, very thoughtful.

"Could this be a mere coincidence?" the doctor asked, looking at the man. "What is?" the nurse said, sounding confused. The doctor rubbed his temple, his features expressing that he hadn’t slept in days. “Exactly 12 months ago, remember? This man was brought here. It’s his one year Anniversary today, and he’s waking up.” the doctor explained. The Nurse bit her lip thoughtfully. “What would it mean, if it wasn’t pure faith, Dr. Jordan?” the nurse asked.

He watched as the man’s eyes fluttered open, looking unfocused, and rather blurry. “The human body can act in strange ways.” he muttered, “Strangely though, this doesn’t seem right. What are the odds, that he picks this exact day to wake up?” he added, and the woman smiled softly. “Get some rest, Dr. You don’t look so good.” and then she turned her attention to the waking man.

“Hello there,” she whispered, “What’s your name?” she sounding as if she was speaking to a child. This man didn’t look like a child, not one bit. He was probably in his early twenties, but the raw, dark features made him look much older. The man didn’t speak; he simply stared in front of him, trying to make out where he was, or… who he was.

His expression didn’t change as he processed this information through his slow brain. He was in a Hospital, but why? What had happened to him? What was his name again? He looked at the nurse; she had blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She had soft wrinkles, about thirty-five years, if he guessed correctly. He did not remember her, not at all. “Um,” he muttered, startled by his own voice. He didn’t even recognize it.

“I don’t remember.” he said, rubbing his forehead, the pain was unbearable. What had happened, how long had he been here? What was his name? The woman in front of him glanced at the Doctor. James did the same, and the old man sighed. “Can you try and remember?” Doctor Jordan asked, smoothly. James stared down at his hands, focusing on his past. Nothing, It was all a blank.

“I...I can’t. I don’t remember anything. It’s all so…” he closed his eyes tightly, but it didn’t help. He didn’t know anything about who he was. “Maybe this will ring a bell?” the nurse asked, pointing at his left hand. On the back of it, near the knuckles, were deep scars. ‘Sensor’ it read. “Sensor?” he muttered, but it still didn’t tell him anything.

“We can let you rest. It may take time for your memory to come back. You have been in a coma for a while, after all.” James’ eyebrow rose. “How long exactly?” he asked. “One year, exactly one year today.” the nurse answered. James nodded, feeling very cloudy inside. The two waved at him, and left, closing the lights behind them.

One year? He settled himself back in the bed. Why couldn’t he remember anything about his past? Had something horrible happened to him? What had caused the coma anyway? Had he been attacked? Maybe he could read through some old newspapers, or know his name. His name would be very helpful right now.

He flexed his jaw once and crawled out of the bed, tugging his IV machine behind him, feeling stiff and unbalanced. He was wearing Hospital Pajamas, that couldn’t be too much help. Did the Hospital keep his old clothes? The ones he’d come in with a year previously? He rummaged through the stuff around the room for a while, but unfortunately, there wasn’t much to find.

Ten minutes later, he was sitting on his bed again, a wallet in his hands. He had found a pair of jeans, possibly his, in a dresser, and that had been the only thing in them. He took a deep breath, and opened it. It was empty. He’d thought so, or else Doctors would have known who he was. With a sigh, he fell backwards, onto the pillows. This was a nightmare.

Throughout the next few hours, nurses and the doctor came regularly, checking up on him and such. James felt fine, he wasn’t hurting anywhere, nor did he feel tired. The only problem was his memory, he had no idea who he was, or where he was. “Where am I anyway?” he asked a Nurse, about three hours later. She smiled at him, “New York City, does that ring a bell?” James shook his head, “Not really.”

Why was this remembering so complicated? “Ma’am, do you think I could be discharged soon? Maybe I’ll have more luck remembering who I am in the real world? Where I can maybe recognize a few things?” he asked hopefully, before the Nurse could leave the room. “I’m sorry, you’ll have to speak with doctor Jordan about this my dear.” she replied.

James nodded, “I see, well thanks anyway.” he said, gazing upwards at the television. Wait, he could watch some T.V. for something to do. Maybe watch the News; at least they’d give him more information then the Doctors. He took the remote and flipped through a few channels, feeling a bit sick by all of this. If only he could remember… Wait a minute!

He knew the name Sensor! That was his name. He looked down at his wallet, now placed on the night stand. Yes! He remembered it, he'd gotten it in a store... Which store, he did not know... But it didn't matter. He remembered it. He opened it again, and looked at the initials on the inside. JK, he remembered now, his name was James, also known as “Sensor” because of… Did he have Super Abilities? Wait, this couldn’t be possible.

He sighed, thinking he must have liked some comic book with a Super Hero with the name Sensor. Why else would he have the vague image of a Sense Manipulator? This was crazy, Comas did that to a man sometimes, didn't they?

The news didn’t really bring anything much, apart from a few Murders caused by some people called Mutants. He had no idea who those people were, but he knew he didn’t have many ideas at the moments. Somehow, Mutants seemed to ring a bell in his cloudy mind. As if some clouds were disappearing. Mutants…Sensor... He looked at the Television screen again, to see a video clip of the people who call themselves Mutants.

What did they just do? James was shocked; finally some pieces were together again. He was James, a Mutant. He could manipulate people’s senses. He had a feeling that would be all he would come up with tonight, and although he’d just slept for one full year, he was unusually tired now. “Ah, you look better.” Doctor Jordan said, as James was about to turn off the Television. “Did you find anything else in that clouded mind of yours?” he added.

James nodded, “I think I may know who I am, that's a good start, no?” he said simply. The doctor gestured for him to go on, but James wasn’t sure if telling this doctor he was a Mutant was the best idea. Instead, he concentrated on decreasing the man’s sense of touch, just to see what it would do. “Thought so.” he whispered, as he started feeling the exact texture of the silk blankets under him.

“How strange, I suddenly feel oddly numb.” the doctor commented, mostly to himself. James smiled softly, he was indeed a Mutant. “Anyway, what were you saying?” the doctor added, shaking his head slightly. James didn’t hesitate, not now that he was certain of who he was. “My name is James, but that’s all I know.” he lied. “One last question though, before you leave, do you think you could release me?” he asked. “So that I could maybe remember things better.” he said, just to clarify things.

“We’ll see James, get some rest, and we’ll see in the morning.” and the Doctor was off. James sighed and closed his eyes, feeling the enhanced texture of the blanket under his fine touch. This was cool.

James woke up with a start, the Hospital Room was buzzing with noise, and the morning sun was up, a little higher then he’d desired. He tried to focus on remembering a few memories, now that he was all rested up, so that he could know more about himself before being left all alone in the big city. What did he like to do with his spare time? Did he have family, a girlfriend? A lot of questions needed answering, but he wouldn’t be able to do that if he was stuck in here, now would he?

“Good morning, sir.” James looked up; a Nurse with a tray of breakfast came in. Now, even a man without any memories of his life knew how disgusting Hospital food was. “Thanks,” he muttered, as she waved at him. He watched the tray in front of him for a few seconds, what was his favorite food anyway? He hated feeling like this, as if he was watching someone else, someone he wanted to get to know.

He took a bite of fried eggs, choking slightly. “I guess I don’t like eggs.” he muttered, taking a quick mouthful of orange juice to clear away the taste. Maybe it was just the Hospital’s lack of cooking skills though, or maybe he just needed to get used to eating after a year. He’d have to try some more food once he got out of this hell house.

After finishing up most of his breakfast, James finally got his wish. At noon, he would be discharged. “It’s about time. I’ve been waiting a year for this.” he said sarcastically. The doctor grinned forcefully, “Well, I thought about it, and I think you’re right. It would be easier for you to remember in the world you lived in.” he said, and left James to change into the fresh clothes a nurse had brought for him. Dark jeans and a tight black T-shirt.

"So, all I need is to sign this?" he asked, looking at the forms. James... James Kyte? His initials were JK afterall... And strangely, the last name sounded vaguely familiar. So that was what he wrote, James Kyte. It was just release papers, it wasn't that much of a big deal if it wasn't his real last name. He was nearly certain it was though... "Thank you, sir. Now, wait here, the Doctor wanted me to give you some papers before you go." the Nurse said, and then left, coming back with a small Folder.

"It's just some information about what happened to you." she said. James nodded, thanking her. He shoved the information under his arm and waved. It was good to get rid of this faul smell. Hospitals weren't really something he enjoyed. He got outside and sniffed the beautiful mid-summer air. Nothing seemed to come to him though, but he didn't really mind. He had big plans to find out about his past. Traveling across the United States definitaly could help.

So that's how for the next few years of James "Sensor" Kyte's life, he was traveling the country. Unfortunately, once he came back to New York, he hadn't found anything about himself. Nothing at all. With three years though, he got himself a little fortune, and a big passion for Cars. He had worked at Bars, Auto Shops, and other small buisnesses, and now he had enough to rent himself a Condo in the place he had woken up in. He had a feeling that without his memories, he would do just fine.