“...on the next episode of Planet Money, we welcome famous author and...”
I woke up in a hospital to the sound of radio playing softly in the background. To my left, three stacks of machine beeped and purred, checking my vitals. To my right, stood a small table with a glass of iced water, along with two packs of M&Ms, my favorite candy. Suddenly, a strange sensation arose within me, telling me to remember something.
A man walked in with a white coat and clipboard:
“Hi, my name is Dr. Young. You appeared to be in a coma since last night. We think you are good, but still let’s go through some logic questions to make sure you brain work normally. First question, what’s your full name?”
“My name is Daniel Ringwald Engels.”
“That’s good. Where are you from?”
“Los Angeles, I guess?”
“Two for two so far. Do you know who is the president?”
What was I trying to remember?
“On what year did 9/11 happen?”
“What’s the difference between 11 and 9?”
“Seems like your brain is working up to light speed again! We will arrange your leave asap, cool?”
The strange sensation grew stronger and stronger. Suddenly, I realized what I was trying to remember. I tried to speak, but stammered nonsense instead.
- What was I trying to remember?
- What clues in the story point to this?