Melissa felt him place her hands on his face. She carefully ran her hands over it, feeling the scars. But mostly she felt his kindness in his features.<br/><br/>She heard him ask her about her memories. "Mel... I think my name is Melissa, but I am unsure. Things are a bit muddled inside of my head." She pulled her hands from his face and lay them in her lap. "I know I am 18. I remember bits of my past here and there. But they are not solid memories."<br/><br/>Melissa closed her eyes and fell against him. "Suddenly I feel dizzy and my head hurts." She replied softly, weakly. Moments later, she slumped weakly to the bed, a red spot appearing on her head through the bandage. Her breathing slowly became ragged and her face paled.<br/><br/>*Why? With everything finally going right in my life I am suddenly thrust into uncertainty. Something is keeping me from remembering, from seeing, from understanding, what is happening to me.* Melissa opened her eyes to the darkness that had claimed her as she slipped further and further from the real world.