A figure stumbles through the quiet forest. His clothes, a little too big for him, are torn and dirty. The hair at the back of his head is matted with dried blood. He

continually glances behind him in terror as if someone is chasing him. Finally he comes to a halt at the edge of a small dirt road. He looks first one way then the other

not knowing which way to go. He sighs and begins to head right hoping he'll find something, someone. He shakes his head as he walks and tries to remember how

he got here. Shadows and voices are all he is rewarded with. He is so lost in his thoughts he fails to hear the car as it comes up behind him. Lights come on in the

darkening forest and he turns suddenly throwing up his arm to block the light. He stumbles and falls backwards onto the road. A door opens and he can hear fast

footsteps coming towards him. He curls up on his side and holding up both arms to protect himself he cries, "Please don't, go away! Please don't hurt me."

Fiona hummed happily to herself as she headed back home. She was pleased with how everything had gone today. The board had readily given her the funds

necessary to continue her research. The wolf pack she was studying was the first to come back into this area in over forty years. Thankfully the cabin she had made

her home was remote enough that she didn't have to worry about nosey or fearful neighbors knocking on her door. But the distance she had to travel back to

civilization and the equipment she used cost way more than the small inheritance and savings she had to work with. Life had been made increasingly easier today,

so she was in the mood for celebrating, that is until she rounded the corner. "What the heck is someone doing this far out walking? Wait a minute, something's

wrong." She mumbled to herself. Stopping her jeep and reaching down she flipped on her headlights to get a better look. The man spun around and before he

covered his eyes she saw complete terror in them. Fiona gasped as he fell backwards and flung open her door to go to him. As she rounded the front of the car he

curled up trying to protect himself and cried out in fear. "Oh, dear heaven, what has happened to you?" she gasps.

Hearing the gentle voice he lowers his arms looks up. The young woman's face is in shadow, but her auburn hair glows from the light from the car. He tenses as she

crouches down near him, her face coming into the light. "Hey, are you okay? What happened, can I help?" she asks in a gentle voice. He looks at her and then looks

around as if fearful someone else is there. He jerks back when she reaches out to comfort him. She stops but leaves her hands out palms up. "It's okay. I'm not

going to hurt you and there is no one else around. Take my hand and I'll help you up, okay?" she says quietly. Looking into her blue-grey eyes he begins to relax a

little. After glancing around once more he slowly grabs her outstretched hand and allows her to pull him to his feet. He looks down at her and asks, "Who are you?

Where am I?" She smiles up at him and after putting an arm around his waist to steady him she says, "My name is Fiona Brodie and you are in the Pasayten

Wilderness Area in the Okanogan Wilderness Area in the state of Washington. Now, who are you and how did you get here?" He looks down at her in slight

confusion before speaking. "I… I..I'm not sure how I got here and I'm …….I don't know who I am."