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Wednesday, September 16, 2009![[Comic for Wednesday, September 16, 2009]](/comics/gpf20090916I1xx2.png)
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her memories were gone. A complete blank slate. We needed somewhere to talk, to try and sort things out. We found a small diner nearby.
She said she was starving, and she ate like she'd never eaten in her life. She probably hadn't. What was more surprising were the couple hundred bucks in my pocket and a pair of very real looking id cards with fake names.
I tried to jog her memory, hoping she'd remember something, ANYTHING. Gamester, the nursery, pandemonium...but it was all in vain. She avoided the topic; whether it was intentional or involuntary was impossible to tell.
So as our all-powerful enemy stalked who-knows-where. The only hope of the cosmos, stripped of her memories and powers, slurped down milkshakes and I was her only hope of recovery. Joy.
