Amnesia stands in his boxers and a shirt with cloth over his shoulders in a bespoke tailors, varnished pine cabinets and shelving covering all of the walls, the small older fellow hunched over jotting down some measurements on a piece of paper before setting the tape measure on the table and going over to a row of neatly laid pins, Amnesia yawns as the tailor picks up a pin and turns to walk to him, as the tailor gets to him he reaches with the pin and drops it at his feet just as he's about to pin it to the cloth on his arm, they both reach for it, Amnesia picking it up and pricking the tailors finger as he hands it over.


It's not been ten minutes before the tailors nose begins to bleed and drip onto Amnesia' shirt...the old man doesn't even notice and continues working on his attire all the while Amnesia trying to get his attention..."Joe!! Joe!! Joe!!!" having enough amnesia grabs his arm and Joe looks up at him, his eyes bloodshot red and crying tears of blood, his nose streaming with blood, his ears starting to run claret...."Joe!! What the fuck!!!" The tailor falls to the floor and is dead before his head hits.


"What the fuck did you get yourself into Joe?" Amnesia says to himself as he opens up the front door to the tailors and props up an umbrella and steps out into the pouring rain in just his shirt, boxers and socks.