<br/>Rebecca had calmed down and seamed intent  on studying her surroundings she glanced up at the police station and then back to Jean.<em>"I haven't done anything bad have I ?" </em>She looked down at her hands and feet and the grime and blood stained sheets she was wrapped in and shuddered at the thought.<em>"I don't remember, I just know they will come for me." </em><br/><br/>When Jean asked her name Rebecca seamed hard pressed to answer she looked at her slightly lost and confused trying to remember the name.  It had been years since anyone had used it she knew that much and it seamed now like such a foreign concept, but that was right she had a name once.<em>"Edwards..is that it ?...I think my name is Edwards"</em>She sifted through the fog of her mind only vague cloudy memories of her childhood pushed through her confusion she remembered being called Edwards, was that her name it seamed to sound partly true to her.