I wandered the dirty streets, watching all the people with their own little lives, not bothering to help me, a skinning, soaking girl. And why would they. If I saw me alone in the city, would I help. No, probably not. 


I sat down on a well-graffitied bench and shut my eyes. I was asleep in a few minutes. Distorted faces leered at me, shouting and accusing. A house. A rose. A letter. A boat, alone in a wide, wide sea. Storms, storms. Then a boy. A smile on his face, he reached out to hold me. I woke with a start, screaming loudly. People stared,  gave me weird looks, but I didn't care. I was lost. If I just knew what those things meant, maybe I could know who I was. But nothing came. I waited, my breath going, until the scream faded. Still nothing. Except that face, the boy's face. I knew him. I could feel it.

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