I hate waking up in a strange place every time I'm knocked out. I hate being in a coma when my mind goes blank. This time I didn't dream. I thought I was in a coma for a short time. But when I opened my eyes and saw the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, I felt very happy.

I'm back. I'm pretty sure this is America. I can smell the familiar smell in the air. It's the smell of home.

The room looks like a presidential suite of a hotel, with three full-length windows. I can see most of the city at a glance from any window....