It was a lot to take in, everything they had to tell me about my life.

So now I’m Jack. I guess I have to choose: go forward like everything I now know about myself never happened – make a new Jack – or accept all those things I had done, everything that led up to me being in that hazy white hospital with the nervous doctors and nurses, and just keep going. If that’s the way I go, there is still a lot to do, it sounded like I was in the middle of quite a bit of action.

But part of me really likes the idea of giving up this Old Jack. A man I don’t really even know, and just starting over.

I could get a job in the city. I wouldn’t need a big appartment, just enough for one man and the stories about memories he’s trying to leave behind.