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Wellington, and disappears.
     
     
    Three months later, at East Ispari Hospital, a nurse walks through an intensive care ward with a food cart. As she passes two other nurse, one male nurse teases her. “Time for your dinner date already, Lisa?”
     
    “Be nice Laban,” Lisa says.
     
    “Yeah, yeah. I know...The dead can still hear you. At least you know why he never calls,” Laban says.
     
    Both nurses crack up laughing as Lisa enters a room two doors from the nurses’ station. As she’s done for the last three months, she immediately goes to the curtains and draws them closed.
     
    “Hello John.” Lisa smiles at the withered black man laying in the bed. “You missed the fireworks last night. They were beautiful.”
     
    She checks the monitors adjoining his bed for heart rate, blood pressure, and other vitals. They are below normal, but steady, as always. Lisa looks over the man older than his stats indicates, his cuts and bruises healed, but with scars remaining. “Well, tonight, we are going to watch Independence Day . It’s a classic. I know we normally watch Ispari Vice on Fridays, but I’m feeling patriotic.” Lisa giggles. The man remains motionless, eyes shut, a array of nodes, tubes, and nanotechnology keeping him alive. “I think you’ll like it. You look like a fighter, and this movie is about fighting.”
    An hour later Lisa locks her gaze to the display watching antique fighter jets, as they used to be called, take out enemy space ships, when her PDA chimes. Lisa looks at the caller id, exhales, and takes the call as she walks out of the room.
     
                  Moments later the heart rate display ripple to live with beeps and violently jagged topography. Soon the man’s closed eyelids begin to pulse. When Lisa returns to the room, she drop her PDA and stumbles backwards a step once she sees the man on the bed.
     
     
                  The next morning Morefishco trails Lisa into the man’s hospital room. The man is sitting upright in the center of the bed wearing a patient smock. He looks up to his visitors with apprehension.
     
                  “Good morning John.” Lisa forces a smile. “This is Ispari State Guard Morefishco.
     
                  Zota looks to Morefishco in resignation. “She wasn’t kidding when she said I’d been in a coma, in Ispari, for the last three months?”
     
                  “I’m afraid so.” Morefishco studied the man's face.
     
                  “How did I get here?” Zota asks.
     
                  “What’s the last thing you remember, before you woke up?”
     
                  “A red sports car.” Zota narrows his eyes. “I was driving…”
     
                  “What else?” Morefishco can see the man straining. “Take your time.”
     
                  “There was an explosion…” He places a hand on his temple. “Spinning. Everything started spinning.”
     
                  “He needs to rest.” Lisa says to Morefishco, but is still staring at the man. Lisa walks towards him and then lays him back down on to the bed.
     
                  “That’s all I remember,” he says.
     
                  Morefishco moves to the bed besides the man. “Can you give me just a couple more minutes with him?”
     
                  Lisa is about to protest when she get a ping on her PDA, and frowns. “Make sure it’s just a couple of minutes. I’ll be right back.” Lisa smiles at the man, who returns a weak smile and a half wave.
     
                  “It’s okay. It looks like I’m in good hands,” The man says.
     
    The man spies the auto-pistol in Morefishco’s holster. Morefishco waits until Lisa leaves and the door slides and hisses shut behind her.
     
                  “She keeps calling me John because neither of us know who the hell I