Bad Morning

I woke up in a ditch again today. Hundreds of miles from home. My mind was still full of odd buzzing and flashing. I don't even know what month it is.

When I checked my pockets, I found around three thousand dollars in very worn bills, a scrap of paper with the word "EXIO" scrawled on it and some blood on the corner, and a molar with some metal in it. Or maybe it was "OIX3". Whatever.

I feel like I'm supposed to do something. I don't know what it is, but I don't let that bother me. It usually comes to me sooner or later.