Fumiko pouted again, climbing down and out of the chamber. She carefully sat down on the chair, trying to keep herself covered, her cheeks a rosy hue of embarrassment. His question made her mind reel, though.<em>Remember? ...Oh God...What <strong>do</strong> I remember?...</em>"I...I...I don't...remember anything..." She started to even wonder if Fumiko was truly her name. She glanced nervously around the room.