“Thank you,” said the man, “I appreciate your care while I was clinically dead.” He chuckled. “And washing my clothes. I appreciate that, too.”
They were standing in the foyer of the hospital, Philip having already been checked out as a patient. Nurse Redheart smiled. “You’re quite welcome,” she said, “We found some things in the pockets of your pants, but we put them back, don’t worry.”
“Oh, you don’t say,” said the man with a smile her way, “maybe something in here will trigger my memory. I’ll look more thoroughly later, but for now…” he reached into the back pocket, and took out a battered wallet. “Let’s see,” he said, “my name is…Philip Oscar Johnson.”
“How do you know that?” said Fluttershy.
“It’s written on my…” He looked more closely at it, “…driver’s license here.” He