[ WP ] Poor people are able to pawn off their memories .

A cold wind blew across the wet, pock-marked face of James Tarraway. 
 Questions filled his aching head, he scanned the empty alley looking for somebody to ask his whereabouts. 
 Finding no one, he turned around to question the source of the faint humming behind him, but was faced with only a doorway in a concrete monolith emblazoned with `` EXIT ONLY.'' 
 
 James stumbled down the alley turning out his pockets, a sinking feeling setting in his stomach as he pulled out a pay stub. 
 $ 5,000, he'd never received a check this large before, not even for the Russian girl he'd bedded. 
 In fact, he could n't seem to remember leaving the house that day at all. Something must have gone wrong.
