So, who is John Smith?
In this case it’s a man whose identity has been taken from him (Something I am fully in favour of) and who is being shielded from any and all personal information about his former self. (In case he gets his memory back and you know… kills us all)
John Smith is Daniel.
Except I can’t say that name out loud.
He is still as sarcastic as he was before. Still has the annoying way of knowing exactly what I’m thinking. (Which, I’ll admit, is less creepy when he isn’t trying to kill us.) He still knows how to lay on the charm. (The nurses are always looking for an excuse to flirt with him.)
Something I didn’t know before; he can draw really well, I mean really well. (Not a talent you expect in an assassin)
Oh and he did take me hostage in an attempt to escape. Although after the meeting (or more accurately interrogation) it’s hard to blame him. I was only watching and I felt like I was in trouble.
Being kidnapped and held hostage overnight tied to a (really uncomfortable) chair is not most people’s idea of a “bad day at work” yet it doesn’t even breach my top 5 list.
You’d think that’d make me rethink my career path wouldn’t you? (But I’m too lazy to look for a new job)
He also, might have had the right idea.
Not the kidnapping me part, I can’t discourage that behaviour enough, seriously I would like to stress the point. DON’T KIDNAP ME! (It’s upsetting that such a disclaimer is a normal part of my life.) It’s just after the last few days listening to my co-workers talk about him and “the danger he poses” I am beginning to believe that this is not a safe place for him.
But much more important than that….
Why do I care?
DON’T KIDNAP ME! Please.