[ WP ] Someone has a mental disability that prevents them from remembering anything for more than a few hours . They have always kept notes/journals to remember who they are . One day they are all stolen/lost/destroyed .

A strange man in an oversized gray trench-coat, rushed into the diner. He pushed and shoved past other patrons to hurriedly make his way to an occupied booth, and without so much as an'excuse me' began frantically searching the seats. The customers who were currently sitting there, were visibly shaken by this, but would n't take it for much longer as it would appear. 
 
 `` Hey, buddy what the hell do you think you're doing?'' one of the men puzzled, narrowly avoiding the groping hands of the strange man. 
 
 `` It has to be here,'' he said in a panic, `` It simply *has* to be here!'' 
 
 `` You lose something?'' shouted the register guy clad in apron, apparently from also handling the kitchen. `` I own this diner, and anything lost usually ends up in my lost found box, right over here. Maybe I've got what you're looking for.'' 
 
 `` Yes!'' the strange man shouted ecstatically `` It might be there.'' 
 
 Making his way over to the counter, he first apologized to the patrons he disturbed, then quickly moved to the counter. 
 
 `` You wait right here, I'll go get that box for you'' the register guy, Chad it would appear from the name of his nametag, stated before making his way through the door to the back. 
 
 The strange man stood waiting. Tapping his foot impatiently. Looking around for anything to take his mind off the wait. Suddenly he grabbed his wrist, ruffling up his coat's hefty left sleeve. Staring pensively at the less-than-average watch for a few milliseconds, he then shouted aloud. 
 
 `` nononono no NO! nonnonon, just mere minutes until... the wipe! I've got ta find that notebook!'' 
 
 Sliding over the counter, the strange man decided to go'help' Chad, figuring it could n't hurt. After all, time was of the essence he felt. Making his way through the back door, he saw Chad walking towards him with a shotgun in tow. Before he could even get the momentum to turn around he was being shouted at. 
 
 `` Hands in the air'' 
 
 `` Look guy, I was just tryna find my notebook. You see it's very important'' the strange man retorted. 
 
 `` I said hands in the air!'' This time chad shouted the command. 
 
 The strange man deciding to comply threw his hands in the air, but entirely aware of the importance of the notebook, but also aware of the danger of this man with the gun, he tried to plead his case more. Well he tried, untill... 
 
 `` Shit man! Why are you pointing a gun at me'' the stranger shouted, scared and confused. With his hands raised his oversized sleeves fell off of his arms, one of which Chad gestured to with his gun. 
 
 `` God damn it, you asshole, you keep coming to disturb my establishment when you lose that shitty book, just because I stole it once when we were in grade school. Read your right wrist'' 
 
 Lowering his right wrist, like instructed the stranger looked at the tattoo that adorned it. 
 
'Lincoln 
 
 You're probably reading this because you left your notebook at home... again. 
 
 525, Lakeshore apt. Suite 27' 
 
 Lowering both of his arms, the stranger, er, uh, Lincoln looked puzzled. 
 
 `` What's this mean?'' he asked Chad. 
 
 `` This means, you have an odd form of amnesia that causes you to forget things very often, about every 5 hours or so, and you have a notebook you use to keep everything important remembered. It also means, you keep forgetting to ring it with you, you imbecile. I got that tat put on you, after you lost your book when we went to Sea World'' 
 
 `` Sea world? Book? Who are you, what's going on?'' he asked bewildered. 
 
 `` Do n't worry about it, I've called someone to come take you home, they'll be here in a few minutes.'' 
 
 `` Wait, one more thing. If you say you knew me, and we went to Sea World together, why are you holding a shotgun to my head?'' 
 
 `` Oh ha, this is just a little payback, since you apparently keep forgetting to put me in your little book.''
