It smelled. It smelled like ... like the ground. Like dirt. Fresh. Cold ... something wet ... water? Sharp too. Water. Yes. Water ... dirt below it ... something was poking at her. Blades of something. She couldn't see. What. Dirt? She? Yes ... she was a she. Maybe. She was she and she was ... smelling dirt. Face planted into the dirt. Plant? Yes, the blades were grass. Grass. Fresh-smelling grass. Water ... that meant it was dew. It meant ... mornings? Yes. Mornings. Mornings. Face planted in the dirt on a morning. That was what she (yes, she. She was a she.) was doing. What do-

She immediately rolled over. Light. Bright light. Arggh. Where was that coming from? Blue. Sky. Giant ball of light. [i]Don't stare at the Sun that's not good for you.[/i] Yes. The Sun. She shouldn't stare and her eyes closed and the light was still hurting her. Why was she staring up ... wait she was lying down. That's why. She was lying down and was face-down in the dirt right before and now she was looking at the sky and it was sunny and she rolled over again.

It's dark and nice but her mouth feels weird.

Mouth. Yes. She tastes something. Peh. Tastes weird. Grainy. Oh it's dirt okay don't eat dirt.

Something's pressing into her face. It's cold. It's metal.

She rolls over halfway this time ([i]not going to look at the Sun again nope nada nil[/i]) and reaches for it. She grabs awkwardly with her right hand. She takes it off.

Huh things are blurrier now.

In one eye.

Eye? Yes she has two eyes and one of them is blurry and ah she wears glasses. Why does she wear glasses. She doesn't seem to really need them she can see well hey look there's a tree in the distance she puts the glasses back on. It's clearer. She likes these glasses.

She's also lying in the dirt.

She sits up.

Neither the sunlight or the dirt is distracting her anymore. She can think. Yes, think. Her mouth still feels funny. That's because she tasted dirt. That's not hygienic, she remembers. Remembers? Wait, why is she here? Who is she? The questions come quickly. Questioning. Yes. Who what when where how ouch her head really hurts. Nothing comes to mind. Wait. What? Nothing she can remember? Zilch. Zero. Nada. Nil. That's not normal. Not normal at all. She's trying to think and nothing's turning up and that's not normal.

Deep breaths. Why? It makes her feel better.

Why is she feeling better with deep breaths?

So that's what her sighs sound like.

Okay keep breathing it seems to be working.

Who is she?

A name comes unbidden to the mind.

[i]Brooklyn Bridges.[/i]

Brooklyn? The name nags at her is it a location her name or what she doesn't know. She knows what a bridge is. She's not a bridge is she? She looks down at the mess that she is. Mess? Yeah there's dirt and grass all over her coat and her red scarf is askew and hey she's wearing runners and those are some pants ... she feels them. What are they made of the word's denim yes denim. Denim pants. Also covered in dirt. Wooly coat, denim pants, red scarf. Woolen too.

It's hot, she realises.

Why is she wearing this stuff it's hot and she isn't cold and wait where is she?

Where is she?

Brooklyn Bridges? Is that where this is? It's the only thing she can dredge up. Is she near a bridge? Are there bridges here? She looks around. Grass, grass, grass, trees, trees. No bridges.

Okay all she can remember is Brooklyn Bridges and that's the only thing she can work off right now.

She stands up.

Ergh it feels wobbly. Also it's bright.

She's really out of it today.

What is today anyway?

No no no don't get distracted.

She takes another deep breath.

Okay.

She adjusts the glasses. She pats the dirt and grass off. She fixes up her scarf. Okay. She's hot, it's sunny and she's surrounded by grass. She doesn't remember anything but Brooklyn Bridges. Maybe that's her name. She's not sure for now, but she really wants to hit something.

She doesn't know where that comes from.

It's sunny. She decides to find some shade. Trees have shade. She takes a tentative step. She knows how to walk. Yes, walking. Gotta walk.

The nearest tree is too far away. Man, she wished it was closer.

Still, she doesn't want to be out in the sun.

"Here we go then," she says, then she realises that she's just spoken.

It's a nice voice, she thinks.

"So that's what I sound like."

Anyway, onwards to the tree.