In this first person account, a bright, mild-mannered, middle aged man struggles to regain his memory while being forced to evade ugly adversaries who seem determined to stop him before that can occur. Why are so many people pursuing him? Are they, really, or is it just his growing paranoia? He is not at all certain which side of the law his antagonists are on and that leaves his own position in doubt - good guy or bad guy? Because of that uncertainty, he can't engage the help of the police or other missing person bureaus. Through his interaction with the people and things he encounters, he gradually assembles a picture of himself - personality, skills, areas of knowledge and interests. Along the way he engages a variety of interesting characters - mostly friendly and many in need of his assistance. There are two clearly ominous figures who seem to be keeping tabs on him from the sidelines and he figures that can't be good. From the opening page in which he 'emerges from a dark cloud of nothingness' possessing only two bags and an all-encompassing sense of foreboding, to the final, nail-biting, terrifying scene high atop a hotel roof, both the main character and the reader are kept guessing.