Martin grumbled and shifted to the other side, the damaged foam pad sunken into a crater, soft as one of Dani's giant balloons, cradling his most vulnerable areas.,Martin seized the opportunity, becoming 22-year-old Martin Davis. But memories of his previous life in America were like a program needing to be decoded, running relatively slowly for now.,Martin was just about to ask a question, then he remembered that this house belonged to James Carter. "Your uncle died eight years ago," he said, "from eating the wrong flour."。