Summary: When Blair wakes in an extended care
facility, he's told that for the past four years he's been in a coma and what
he remembers about his life was a dream. To make matters worse, when he asks
for his partner, Naomi tells him that there is no one named "Jim Ellison" in
Excerpt: Naomi sighed and put a
comforting hand on his arm. "Sweetie, you didn't get to finish your
dissertation. I didn't send it to anybody. You were hurt while you were
studying for your PhD in marine biology."
"Marine biology?" he echoed.
"Yes, sweetie. You've been interested in the
ecology of the ocean and saving the planet from environmental ravages since
you were a little boy."
Blair's eyes grew wide. "But my field is
anthropology! I'm studying..." He fidgeted, still uncomfortable revealing
Jim's special abilities, "...closed police societies. Why don't you remember?"
Defiant eyes bored into Naomi's and he dared her
with a look to deny the truth. When she remained silent, he struggled to rise
from the bed. "I want a telephone. I'm calling Jim or Simon or Megan. They'll
tell you what happened."
Naomi started to cry. "Blair, please, this is so
hard... Honey, would it help if I brought things from your life? Photographs?
Your yearbooks? I have
lots of pic -"
"No!" Blair shouted. "You're a fucking liar and
I'm out of here!" He forced his heavy legs toward the side of the bed. "Damn