The woman sat up slowly; her breath coming out in short gasps. She winced as the her head began to pound and her vision blurred. She shook her head in an attempt to clear her sight... slowly her vision returned and she was able to see her surroundings. 'Where am I...' She tried to come up with an answer, only to find; she knew nothing... not where she was, nor who she was; or much of anything else for that matter.
Her heart began to pound as fear filled her stomach. She slowly pushed herself up off she ground. She swayed for a moment before she began to walk; she only made it three steps before a glint of silver caught her eyes.
There on the ground lay two tags; even with no memory she knew what they were at least. She turned them over in her hands before looking at the inscriptions.
The first one said 'Faith' on one side, and 'Ghost on the other; each side also had several digits to which she paid no mind. "I suppose that must be my name. Faith... I suppose it's alright." She decided; but kept her attention was what she found on the other tag.
On the first side it said 'James'; and on the back it said 'My Spirit.' She slowly ran a finger over the words. "James.... who is he?" She asked herself quietly.
Faith; as that was now her name, whether or not it had been before; sighed and stood up. "I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I'll find him; he'll know who I am." After she said this she looked down and shook her head. What was she thinking, she had no money, no transportation, no id nothing at all. And as for finding this 'James' without a last name or anything to go on but the tags... chances were not the brightest.
But this woman was not about to give up; she placed the tags around her neck, moving her dark hair out of her face; and began to walk.