I awoke with no memory of where...or who I was. Unfortunately, that didn't last. My memories flooded back, riding a wave of agony that swept through me when I tried to move. I felt like someone had tried to cut me in half with a rust can lid -- and stopped before they finished. I used like I'd used a chainsaw for a backscratcher. I felt like hammered crap.

"Unn--what th'hell happened?"

(Painkiller Jane, 1997, Issue #3 pg 18)