“I did what I was told. Now, do whatever you’re supposed to do to allow me to remember my past.” “What?” His face scrunched up. An errant bit of unruly hair fell across his forehead and tickled the point at the top of his sculpted nose. Cameras must love his symmetry and angles. “You know me, right? You know who I am? Is Nova actually my name? Have we met before? Please, I need to remember.” “I don’t know you,” he said. He didn’t know her? He had to. Her phone vibrated against her racing heart, likely another countdown warning. Task accomplished. She’d gotten him out of the subbasement. Did she need to get him out of the club for the miraculous recovery of her memories? “Why was it important I leave downstairs?” he asked. “I don’t know.” She wanted to text back “Unknown” to report her success, but, “Unknown” probably wouldn’t respond. She’d replied to the texts the moment she woke up and never got anything back. “I think we have to get out of the club. Something might be about to happen.” His head whipped to the side to search the dance floor. “I have business to attend…