A young girl seeming to be your age stops to see what happened to you.
Amazingly there are still people in this world who care about some
one other than themself.
"Hi, I'm Natalie," says the girl, "Are you okay?"
"I'm not sure," you reply, "I can't remember anything,
not even my name."
"I think we should get you cleaned up," Natalie suggests,
"You can come to my house. What do you want to be called so I
don't have to say 'You girl I found on the street' everytime I need
your attention?"
For some odd reason you suggest Lissy.
Then you realize the girl is you. Duh, you must have really been hit
hard. Anyway, you think maybe you should find help.