( Never frag off a femme who can tag your aft from 50+ paces and increasing distance. )

There's a bright flash of light, and suddenly, a blue Corvette ZR1 is occupying a parking space near a mall. "...well, that was interesting...Jazz, did you make it here alright?"

Where am I? I don't...I don't recognize this place at all...I...shit...I don't even remember my own name...that's bad, isn't it? All i remember...is waking up here...wherever here is...There's gotta be someone here who knows me...right? Right?