Chris rubbed his bald head and squinted his eyes, blinking as he adjusted to the light. He slowly sat up on the metal cot, grunting as he went. Damn. His muscles were sore, his head hurt, his jaw had a kink in it. What happened last night? His face went blank for small moment. The cogs in his mind were going into overtime.

...

Yep.

That's amnesia alright.

Shit.

This is not good. He felt like he'd been a quite a few rough spots in his time, and though he could not remember anything in particular, he had a feeling his gut that this was the stickiest of the rough spots. He assured himself that metaphor made sense and glanced around the room. Clothes in the corner, probably his.

They were grey, just like this ugly jumpsuit he was wearing. A three piece suit, complete with stylish black tie. Nice. It had a few small holes, but they were hard to see. He slipped out of his jumpsuit and tossed it aside on to the floor. Feeling in his new- or, old- clothes' pockets, he felt something circular and metallic. Between his middle and index finger, when he pulled his hand out, was a double-side silver coin. Both sides of the coin were the same-- heads.

A phrase entered his mind.

[color=c4df9b]"Heads, I win. Tails, you lose."[/color]

With nothing to do but wait, he shook the phenomenon away and sat casually down on his cot, crossing his right leg over his left.

After a brief way, a sharp buzzer burst from an unseen megaphone, causing Chris to jump. A door slid open. Ominous. But, hey, at least it was progress! 

He took a long step outside his "cell", and it was only a moment before he had company.