You: "I... don't know who you are."

Carlos took a step back.

You: "I don't know who I am."

You: "I woke up in a house I've never seen before today."

You: "And now, I'm being told about someone going down this hole."

You: "And I... I just don't understand what's happening at all."

Carlos: "You... Don't know me?"

You: "Well, I know your name is Carlos, that's what the man on the porch said."

Carlos: "The man on the... You... You didn't even recognize your own brother?"

I only stared at him.

Carlos: "Iris..."

That must have been my name. "Iris."

Carlos: "Oh God... What is happening?"

Carlos: "First Jen... Now you..."

You: "Who is Jen?"

At those words, tears formed in Carlos's eyes.

Carlos: "Iris... I promise you, I will get your memory back."

And from that day forward, he did everything he could to help me. Over the years I learned many things about "Iris", about "me". But nothing came back. My memory never returned, no matter how much I learned about myself.