“This must be a dream, right? It has to be,” I whispered to myself as I pinched my cheeks. No pain, but it feels like my head is going to explode? “Hey, you,” the young detective called out in my direction. “Me?” An older lady next to me answered. “No, her,” the detective pointed at me. The lady looked where he pointed, looked back at him, and gave him a questionable look; his eyes widen. “I’m sorry, I thought I saw someone,” the detective apologized for his odd behaviour as he kept staring into my direction; the lady nodded and walked off, unsure what to say.

“Am I working so much that my work haunts me in my sleep?” The detective whispered as he kneel next to me, pretending to tie his shoe laces.

"So, you can see me."

“You can’t be real,” The young detective whispered under his breath, trying to convince himself; he stood up, stared at me, back at the paramedics taking the body away, then back at me once again. "I mean, you're not even dead," he paused for a second, unsure if he should continue his sentence, "Well, not yet."

"Oh screw you," I snapped and tried to push his shoulder, yet my hand went right through him. "I don't even know what the fuck is going on," I retrieved my hand, and walked east of the crime scene.

The detective took a few steps towards the crime scene, shook his head, and went east towards my direction.

"Wait," He said as he caught up.

"What?"

"Victor. My name is Victor, and you?" 

I stared at Victor's hazel eyes, then back to the ground. Why can't I remember? My family, my friends... My name...

"You don't trust me yet? I mean, understandable since I acted like an a-"

"I don't remember."

Why can't I remember?