"You work for THAT guy?" James said, rather annoyed. He reached out to grab the bag of weapons, but the pain on his head returned, and within seconds, he was back down on his knees. But this time, a short flashback appeared at his eyes. James couldn't tell exactly what it was, but he knew it had actually happened. James thought "Is my memory... returning?" What made him finally remember events. Maybe the next time this happened, he would at least figure out what had happened to his parents.