I was very confused. This maniac girl was taking me in a car that I sensed was stolen, she was speeding, and I had no idea where she was taking me.

She was jabbering on, telling me about all these things that had happened to her and her brother.

"...then one day Mrs D. took us to a monument. She was very strained, as though she knew something was going to happen. I don't know what occurred, but I woke up 3 days later and they told me that he was dead. I nearly died of shock." She went on to tell me how her brother wasn't dead. How, 3 years later, she found him, but he didn't know that that he was her brother. She also told me that he finally remembered who she was, and they were happy, very loving, siblings again. "Then, very recently, he lost his memory again," she whispered, "and I don't know how to get it back." I felt so sorry for her. I wished that I could do something to help.

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