A/N: I would like to thank The Phoenix is Immortal for helping me out with this, as I am pretty new to writing fanfiction, but not to reading them. For all those reading this, hope this is something new to the never ending clichés on this site.

Snow… snow everywhere… a white blanket covering everything… so… pretty, yet so cold. Why does everything have to be so cold...here, at the top of the hill, where I can see everything, yet touch nothing, just that never ending, frostbiting cold. I guess… I am alone… in a cold world of white snow…

Awakening from his ethereal slumber, a singular figure opened his eye to the light of dawn that was creeping through the window of his resting place. Black bandages enveloped his thin frame, entirely covering his left eye, his entire right arm, and most of his torso. Crimson hair fell over an ice blue eye as he looked up to find a bleak ceiling that was painted a dull white. He heard the constant beeping of a life support machine next to him replaying the rhythm of his heart over and over like a drum, constantly reminding him that this was not a dream, and that he was somehow alive.

He gazed out the window to his left, where gently falling white snow created magnificent scenery as it blended with the light of daybreak. Rising from his bed, he noticed a blonde haired girl sleeping in a wheelchair, resting her head on his bed for a reason he could not fathom. With that thought, he asked himself a question.

'Who am I?'

'Damn it, where did she go? I was supposed to watch her, but then she goes and disappears in the middle of the night and I have to go and find her. Why does she have to visit a guy that will probably never even wake up, much less reply to her babbling about her dreams? When I find her I'll-'

These were the thought of a young boy as he ran through the dawn-illuminated maze of white hallways in his polar bear nightcap and pajamas, searching for the room that held his sister captive in its dark clutches.

He rounded a few corridors and intersections in the dizzying network of interconnecting passages until he stopped in front of a large door labeled Room 0110. He slowly turned the handle in a ninja-like manner and crept in, hoping not to disturb the other patients in the hospital. He then found his sister sleeping in her wheelchair with her head on the bed of the man that was supposed to be in a coma forever. Supposed to be. But there, staring out the snow laden window was the man his sister venerated. He was in so much shock that he did not hear him ask in a raspy voice, "Who are you?"

Several seconds after this was said, the boy bolted out the door and dashed around the corner. The red haired man simply sat there wondering who that was; then continued to gaze out the window. Then, he heard a rustling near where he sat and realized that the girl that was resting on his bed was starting to wake up. She lifted her blonde head and yawned with her eyes still closed. She slowly opened them, and soft black eyes met a piercing blue one.

"Who are you? Do you know who I am?" The bed-ridden patient asked the young girl that was staring at him with admiration.

"Umm… uh… well… I… my name is… " she stuttered out. She was flustered at the sudden awakening of the red haired man next to her. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, which startled the one other occupant of the room into awakening.

"Huh? What? What going on? Who fired a gun?" said the startled old man that was lying in the bed next to him.

"Oh. It's just the Doc. Well, if you're done disturbing an old man's rest, then I'm going back to bed." He took out a pair of earplugs, put them in his ears and then went back to sleep, pulling the blanket over his frail body. He was sleepy enough to not notice the recently reawakened occupant of the room.

In the doorway, a grown man in a doctor's coat and the young boy with the polar bear night cap appeared, gasping for breath. The older man stared at the sight before him, wondering how it was possible.

'It's a miracle,' he thought. 'A complete and utter miracle. '

"Um… Good morning, I guess. My name is Dr. Subirashi. I am the head doctor of this hospital and I would like to ask you a few questions," he said in a drawn out manner. "You have been in a coma for quite a while, almost a year in fact."

The red haired man simply stared on. He was seemingly in a daze at what was going on. Then the man nodded his head. He took note of the doctor's appearance as he was apparently the one responsible for him being alive and all. He appeared disheveled in a battered doctor's coat and had a five o'clock shadow. His long brown hair was combed back in a professional manner, almost as if he tried to make up for his appearance with his hair. He also wore thin, wire frame glasses that surrounded a pair of dark brown eyes. He also seemed to carry around a cigarette case in his coat pocket, as it seemed to hold a carton shaped object inside.

"Well then, I believe it is time for me to see if anything is wrong with you. Would you two mind getting your butts out of here so I can speak with the patient in complete silence?"

The two young kids snapped out of their daze and exited the room together. As soon as the door had snapped shut, the older man walked over to the patient and sat down on the bed.

"Well then, might as well welcome you to the Subirashi hospital. As I told you earlier, you've been asleep for a long time so it's my job to see if you have any brain damage or paralysis in part of your body. But first, I'm going to ask you a couple of questions and I want you to answer these to the best of your ability, you understand?"

The patient simply nodded his head, and then continued to stare out of the window, watching the snow fall in intricate patterns, almost as if they were dancing in the wind.

"Well then. Let's start with something simple. Are the lights on, yes or no?"

The patient answered with a croaked out yes.

"OK then. First note, voice has degraded from lack of use over the past year. Next question. What is your name?"

The redhead sat there for a minute, staring out the window. He pondered the question, wracking his brain for an answer he knew he wouldn't find. Then, after a few painstaking seconds, he replied.

"I don't know. Do you know who I am?"

The doctor let out a sigh. He had been hoping that this question would answer a few of his, but sadly, it was not to be.

"I was hoping that this was not the case, yet it appears that it is. You see, you were brought here almost dead so I was hoping to find out more about you. Unfortunately, it appears as though that near death state and the coma have taken your memories.

The patient replied in a hollow tone, "Well then, do you know anything about me?"

"Hmmm? Oh yes, of course. The person that dropped you here gave us all the info we needed and some more. Your name? According to this, it is Lisain, no surname."

'Lisain… so that's my name. It does sound familiar.'

"Is there anything else on there?" he asked in reply to the information.

"Of course there is!" The doctor skimmed the information on the document in his hand, adjusting his glasses to get a better look at the document in front of him.

"Lets see here… Name: Lisain. Birthday: December twelfth. Blood type: O negative. Hair color: Red, Eye color: Blue. Skin color: Pale. Profession: Unknown. That is all I got. Awesome enough for you?"

'That's it…. Well, I'll go on that. I wish I knew more.'

"Who were those two who came in here earlier?" he asked out of curiosity.

"Dude, don't talk so much. You just got up from a coma. Don't strain yourself. Anyway, to answer your question, that was my assistant and his sister. They are staying here at the hospital due to several circumstances, mainly due to his sister. The poor girl…"

"Can you tell me their names?" he asked.

"You should really rest now. Now that you're awake, we can begin rehabilitation, since we need you at full strength. But since you asked so nicely, then yes, I'll tell you. Their names are Elizabeth and Trafalgar Law."