It was far cooler beneath the tree branches, decided the girl. Protected from the glaring sun by all the leaves above her head, she could finally think. Or something. Yeah. She stretched out her arms, letting herself relax back against the hard, leathery surface of the tree trunk. It was nice being able to rest. Lying in the sun hadn't really been too comfortable, so being under the tree? That was pretty great. And cool as well. It was cool according to both definitions she knew.

Anyway. Name. Need one.

Her brain was no longer struggling to find memories that didn't exist. That was still sorta hard to really wrap her head around. No memories? That should have been impossible right? But it had still happened and she had no idea who she was, where she was, why she was here and why the only two things she could remember were the words "Brooklyn" and "Bridges". And there were no bridges around, so that didn't explain anything. Maybe it was her name or something. Yeah, maybe. It was getting pretty weird calling herself "herself". She could've gone for "me" but something about bad grammar was involved?

"Brooklyn," she said, letting the word sit on the tip of her tongue. "Brooklyn Bridges."

She looked down at her right, eyes watching the grass-covered dirt next to her. It seemed to fit. The name, that is. It was growing on her, like the grass. In the dirt. Yeah. And what else could she pick as a name? Tree Girl? Just because she was splayed against the tree trunk didn't mean she was going to pick a name relating to it.

"Hmmmmm."

The sound escaped her lips. Should she go for the name? It was going to be an important choice. She didn't really feel like it though.

Still.

She needed a name.

"Yeah, I think I'll get used to it," concluded the girl. "Maybe I can go by Brook or something."