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"Ronnie?" His beautiful voice sounded troubled. It was definitely him. I could sense where he was. I could hear him talking. I could feel him touching me. I could smell his deodorant that was so strong I could literally taste it. I just couldn't respond. I couldn't open my eyes to look at him or open my mouth to speak. Hell, I couldn't even breathe on my own so the fact that four of my senses were working was miraculous. I couldn't remember the accident. I couldn't remember my name, age, address, job. I couldn't remember anything. I could only remember Andy. He was speaking again, his voice thick like he was trying not to cry, which re