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It was perfectly fitting, really. The only day... the only day she decided not to take an umbrella with her in the car and God decided to send a flood down onto her, not to mention the flat tire she had just received, just to add to the misery. To make matters worse, this wasn't just any other old day. Not a chance- in fact, it was the day of her interview for the job she desperately wanted.

"Ms. Caroline Thompson?" Someone asked patiently. There was no reply from in the room, so the person cleared their throat and tried again. "Is there a Miss. Caroline Thompson here?" They asked, looking around to see any twitch or movement. There was nothing for another few moments, and just as the person stepped back into the room, she banged the door open and looked around wildly.

"Excuse me, madam, are you Caroline Thompson?" A man asked, seated near her. She nodded whilst she still caught her breath, hunching over herself and resting her hands on her knees. "I, uh, I think they asked for you already." He said calmly, nodding towards the white door.

"Seriously? Thank you so much!" She gasped, taking a moment to compose herself before flattening down her frizzy hair and trying to present herself as professionally as possible. Well, she tried. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, before walking into the room. There were four people sat at a desk, all staring at her silently, yet their gazes felt like a million words booming in her head- they said it all, really.

"Ms. Thompson, is that correct?" An older woman with blonde/grey streaks in it asked.

"Yes, I am." She said, nodding enthusiastically. Maintain eye contact, she remembered her sister giving her a pep talk that same morning on the phone.

"And why are you so late, may I ask?" A man with no hair asked.

"I, uh, that is a good question. I was just driving here when about halfway through my journey, I received a flat tire. This wouldn't have been an issue, were it not for the fact that I do not know how to change a tire, and especially not in this pouring rain." She explained, but her gaze fell on a woman with long blonde hair, who was staring at her as if she had seen a ghost. Were the hand gestures too much? She put her hands down and placed her right hand over her left hand, forming a 'v' with her forearms.

"That's quite alright, Ms. Thompson. I think we understand your... predicament. Especially given the state of your clothes." The older woman replied sympathetically.

"Ms. Thompson... What... What makes you think that you are more capable than our other candidates for taking... this job." The young woman with blonde hair asked, still staring at her in disbelief. It was really rather off putting, and she had no idea what she had done to receive such a look.

"I'm a great people person, as many have told me, and I have great social skills. I, uh, as you can see on my resume, I have volunteered in my past for charities and I also have a lot of experience with family and children, as I had three other sisters, and two of my sisters had children when they were young. I've been told by my sisters the I can light up a room by just smiling, and I have a great knowledge all around, so I could really teach any subject to any grade."

"And why do you not have a specified area?" Another man asked.

"I... I was in a car accident when I was 19. I suffered severe amnesia from the incident, and I can't remember what I majored in in University, or anything from before the accident, to be honest." she said, her voice turning quieter and less confident. She saw the crazy woman run her hands over her face and take a sip of her coffee elegantly.

"I'm sorry to hear that." The bald man said.

All in all, she thought the interview went pretty well. Now, she wasn't expecting any miracles to occur, but she was really confident about how it had gone. Apart from the really weird woman, everything had gone well, and they seemed pretty willing to move past her whole amnesia ordeal, unlike many other jobs she had applied to. Her eyelids felt like bricks, and she was practically asleep when the tv channel changed, so she sat up and rubbed her eyes, trying to focus her vision.

"And now, it's breaking news with Samuel Vesty and Georgia Mann." She squinted at the screen and saw the outline of a road and the two famous Virginian reporters at the scene of what seemed like a highway incident. She gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth, turning the volume up.

"There's not much we can really say, can we Sam?" Georgia asked, looking around. "It's just awful. The cars look like they've been bulldozed and... I just don't even want to imagine what would have happened to the people inside." She shivered for effect.

"Yeah, Georgia, that's pretty much it. It's carnage, really, and if you were thinking of travelling towards Washington or New York, don't even try it." He said, sending a worried glance to the road. She stared at the screen in horror.

She couldn't remember anything about the crash. All she could remember was waking up and having no idea who she was, where she was, and why she was there. She didn't know if she had been the only one involved (but she couldn't, unless she had been driving illegally, which her mother reassured her she hadn't been.) or if anyone else had suffered as badly as her (or worse). All she knew was that she had no idea who she was, and that was never going to change. She couldn't remember her

"You know, you shouldn't be watching that. I don't want you to start thinking about..." Her sister, Lizzie, trailed off.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, it just came on and then I felt like I had to watch." She apologised.

"It's okay. I'm just glad you're okay." She said, sitting down next to her.

"I just... I wonder, you know? What was my life like? What were my friends like? Who were my friends? And yet, here I am, freeloading off of you..." She sighed.

"Line, don't. I don't mind taking care of you. You're my sister. I'm supposed to look after you now that mom and dad aren't here." She said, taking her hand in hers.

"I know... I just wish I could remember everything. I mean, I can't remember anything apart from Virginia, which is just crazy."

"It's not." Her sister reassured her.

"It is," She insisted, "and I'm serious about the freeloading thing. I know you and Cal don't care about having me over, but... I had a job interview today. I want to start paying you back. You've already given me so much." She said, tearing up a little bit.

"Line..." She started, but Line shook her head and squeezed her hand.

"I'm paying you back. And I want to live in my own place eventually. The school I'm hoping to teach at is only an hour away, in Washington, but I'm going to use the omen I have saved up from mom and dad, and I'm going to move somewhere closer to Washington. I'm done being the fragile amnesiac, and I want to be on my own. I'm nearly twenty four, for God's sake." She mumbled, and her sister nodded understandingly.

"Well, if that's what you want, then I'm not gonna stop you. Cal and I are fine with helping you look around for houses and stuff, by the way. But please don't forget that you're always welcome here."