For the next six months, she couldn't remember about her past. She started to be called Emma and, of course, she could not say, with propriety, that it was not her real name, although she felt so.
"Come on, Emma. You know you can't stay outside for too long. It is bad for your health."
She looked at the young man near her and nodded.
"Sure, Taran." She said and got back inside.
When she woke up, months before, she was in pain and totally confused. She had no idea who she was, where she was from and, of course, what had happened with her. But she felt as if something was missing in her body, in her arms. She just couldn't put her fingers into it.
She saw nobody but Taran. He was some kind of nurse and was always there for her. She also knew that there was someone paying for her expenses and she wanted to meet that person, say thanks and.. and she didn't know more. How could she know? She wanted a 'normal life' but what exactly was that?
