Jon could clearly envision Stacey in his mind. She had been quite good-looking, and if things were different ... but they weren't, and he wanted to find her for far more important reasons. Looking up at the white-garbed people working around his bed, Jon asked, "Would you happen to know who used to take care of us? There was a girl -"
"What kinda question is that?" growled one of the nurses. "Your parents, of course, before the accident."
Jon raised his stumps in bewilderment. "Accident?"
"Yeah. You think you were born like that?"
"That's enough, Nurse Hachette," advised a doctor. "They've been through more than enough. That poor boy must still be in denial."
"Denial of what?" asked Jon. "What happened to me?"
Karyn sighed. He wasn't the only one in this mess. "What happened to us!?" she added.
"Yeah!" Zoe sounded like her old annoyed self again.
The doctors and nurses glanced at each other, waiting to see who would be the first to say the obvious.
"Well," started a nurse who looked like an older version of Stacey, "it happened when you three were ..."
