Life Is Like a Play; It Needs Actors

Sometimes things were just that strange. When everyone else was at their wits' end, progress suddenly appeared, highlighting the absurdity of life. Peter sat down somewhat puzzled and asked Matt, "So what are you doing here?"

"We're helping Elektra recover her memories. Her memory is stuck on the day she went to investigate and fight the Hand, when they captured her."

Matt adjusted his sunglasses and explained to Peter that even after the Hand's brainwashing ritual was undone, those who had been brainwashed would remember nothing that happened during that time. That was precisely what made the Hand's dark ritual so powerful when it came to secrecy.

You could even say that asking Elektra where the Hand was would be less useful than asking Silver Samurai. At least he didn't seem brainwashed, and he was dumb enough that he might actually tell you.

Peter thought of Daken and X-23, whose fates were unknown but who were probably dead, and asked, "How was it undone? We... we just captured someone brainwashed by the Hand. It might come in useful."

"Well, uh, that happened last night..." Matt adjusted his sunglasses again, then picked up his coffee and took a sip. "You know, Peter, there was a light rain in Manhattan last night. It's still been very hot lately, but that rain made the area around Hell's Kitchen pleasantly cool. It was on such a rainy night..."

"I don't really want to interrupt your fond recollection of last night, but could we skip ahead?"

Peter could not help interrupting Matt. Even Elektra called out, "Matt," and only then did Matt nod apologetically and continue, still not quite satisfied. "Yesterday, I ran into Elektra. The Hand had sent her to fight me. We fought for a long time, and both of us were seriously