Hearing the woman's voice, she knew my name; how did she know my name? I looked again through the crack in the door, "who are you?" I called out in a deep husky voice, I wasn't fully recovered from the night before, even though it was daylight. I watched as the woman started to walk towards the closet, "stop," I called out, "I am naked, who are you?" I asked again, a little more insistently this time, I watched as the woman stopped in her tracks and replied, "Mal, it's me Tara, what is wrong with you?"<br/><br/>I knew that name, where was that name from?, "Please put the clothes on the chair to your right and turn your back," somehow I knew this woman, did I trust her? I guess I did, but why? She did as I asked, she must have known me, she turned her back towards the closet, just as I asked.<br/><br/>Slipping out I grabbed the pants and put them on, "ok, I am decent now Tara," she turned, the look of shock on her face was apparent as she looked at my chest, it was covered in scars; scars from where though? I did not know.