you wake up
"She doing fine," he says, "but she looks strangely
familair. Every time I try to think why, it escapes me. It's so
frustrating. I found this in her pocket." You peer through half
closed eyelids, and see him holding out the medallion and rock to an
elderly man.
"But, that's the-," he glances over at you, then
continues. "Why would she have it?" he whispers. The young
man shrugs, his eyes troubled.
They stand in silence.
"I know where I remember her from now! She's,
she's..."
When you wake up, you find yourself in a huge bed
and realize you don't hurt anymore. They must have treated my wounds,
you think. Looking up, you see the same young man talking to someone.
Quickly, you close your eyes and pretend to sleep.
