I think everyone had forgotten about me by then. I had taken up residence in a chain in the far corner of the room. More people had arrived, among them children and a girl who didn't seem to have arms. What worried me about her was the way she had asked us all if we would give her our arms... what I remember of my life is strange, I've seen some odd and terrible things, but this girl scared me.
So it's really no wonder that I didn't really care when the woman with the swords attacked her, or when the horned guy nearly ripped her in half. Secretly I had already taken the safety off of my carbine and set it for automatic, I was very close to giving the girl a burst as she lay helpless on the floor; and here I thought I was a gentleman!
I had taken the chill out of my bones sitting near the fire but I was still very hungry, and would have killed for a cup of tea! So with that I crept out of the room and made my way toward the kitchen.
Besides, in all of the madness there was no way I'd be able to remember much of who I was. I had been able to recall my wife with whom I worked as a smuggler (of what I can't say), and that I played the violin of all things!