My name. Part three.

"Professor Skymoon is missing. No one knows where he is. No one has seen him. According to his friends, he escaped from the hospital after waking up from a three week coma. He has amnesia and the doctors said he can't even remember how to talk. He's forgotten everything. I repeat, Professor Skymoon is missing. Please call if you can find him."

The journalist's voice had repeated this ten times in a row. And frankly, I was beginning to get bored with the voice. So I turned off the weird black box and lay down on the bed.

"Are you in pain somewhere?" Areta asked, coming back after a shower.

"I was listening to the news. Professor Skymoon is me, isn't it?"

"Yes. It is you."