"I..." God how could she explain what happened to her in a way that would not make her sound crazy? That was what had happen. She had experienced and witnessed something that was beyond the physical limitations of the known scientific world. How hard did she hit her head? Was she suffering from a concussion and not aware of it. She shook her head in frustration. "I want to go home. I don't want to talk about it here. Please just take me home for now. When I clear my mind I'll explain it." She pleaded with him, a stranger and someone who would probably psychoanalyze her after this event.<br/><br/><br/>She was bothered and concerned. The thing was she seen the man on the bridge and she seen him merge with Milo. Her gut was telling her that they were the same person somehow but how would she know that? Furthermore, she'd seen herself on the bridge in the exact same wheel chair that she woke up in. She had been pulled into the body of the girl who looked just like her. In fact she couldn't quite shake the stiffness out of her legs. "Milo," She blushed, "Will you carry me?"