When he awoke, his left cheek was pressed against soft green moss. His eyes opened slowly, and the woodlands floor came into view. First he saw strands of green grass and colorful leaves. Then, resting against a small rock was a knife, propped up like it was purposely positioned in a trade show display. He recognized the knife—it was his—and he suddenly remembered everything. The icon of his Japanese-style tanto filled his head with a flood of images. His rejuvenated memory was catalyzed by the sight of the glorious ten-inch blade. Droplets of morning dew created tiny prisms that reflected a purple sparkle upon the steel. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed the handle; its form in his palm brought a rush of emotions that caused his body to tremble.