Months passed. Gradually Carlos' memory had returned. He remembered the SCRA-Cretian Embargo that first pushed the Benitez family into submissiveness to the Brotherhood. He remembered the Omicron-94 Conference in which the Brotherhood again refused to allow the familia an ounce of respect or equality. He remembered the chaos that followed, and defended his own actions, following the path that the familia had chosen.
Some details escaped him, and some events in his life seemed to be lost forever.
Carlos sat back in his chair, the light of the hot Cretan sun blazing through his office window. Occupied by diplomatic crises and and other administrative matters, Carlos had been at Myrtos Villa for many consecutive days.
His eyes shut, and he searched his memory once more, just has he had done every day since awakening, looking to regain the memories he'd lost.