With everything that had happened tonight night, I had already figured that there was a strong connection between my missing memories and my visit to Ninja momma's nightmare.
If there were any doubts in me that associating with ninja momma wasn't dangerous, my encounter with the red form of the leader of the kidnappers squashed it.
Though I didn't regret it, I knew that by saving her kids I had gotten myself mixed up in something secretive, a cult or a hidden government war.
Whilst driving through the night, trying to find where I was, I half hoped whatever shenanigan I had been inflicted with from my nightmare invasion to take over my mind and control my body, but nearly an hour later I was still fully aware of my surroundings and praying that no cop stopped me because I didn't know how I was going to explain the kids in the back.
I wanted to hand off Mark and Anna to their mother whilst leaving no traces of my involvement.