She puts down the coffee cup empty, "Thanks that is the best cup I have had in two years" she says. "Two years?" Marcia asks. "Let me explain. I have spent the last two years in jail with little memory of why I was their or even who I was fore the first year" she says. That makes little sense, if she truly did not know who she was she should have been in a mental hospital not Jail. "Let me get one thing straight, in spite of have no memory, I was ruled fully competent" she said that made some sense. "The thing is when I got out of jail, I found this key with my belongings" She pulls a old fashioned ornate key out of her purse." The moment I touched it I started to remember things, but I am not shore they are my memories. They seam to be the memories of a middle age man and I am clearly I am a woman in her twenties. I have been tolled my father was a scientist of some kind working on memory related tech, but that is all they can tell me, his lab burned down three years ago and I was found out side it in a coma. I spent a year in a coma and then two in jail" she says. "Hand me the key" Marcia says. Marcia puts her hand out palm out. She puts the key in my hand. "call me Jean Little" she says. A nickname that clearly become a last name as she has got to be six feet tall. The key in fact is younger than it looks it might be a replica of a older key, a probe tells their is some machine inside but does not react to me at all. I find an indent, but still no reaction. I had the key back and watch with my psychic eye as the key seams to come to life as her thumb touches the indent. In a strange voice she says "1313 unlucky lane" then she snaps back to normal. I write down the address. I show her the address. "that`s my parents place, I remember my mom dyed when I was eighteen, my father three years later. That's right I am twenty five" she says. We go out to my car and drive to her parent`s house.