John Cena was driving down a long country road. He was lost. It was snowing very hard. The ground was covered in snow. Suddenly a deer ran out in the middle of the road. He swerved to miss it. He drove off the road and into the woods. He swerved to miss tree after tree but it was getting harder. He saw he was going right for a tree.

"Oh shit!" He yelled. He hit the tree. His head bounced off the window shattering it.

John woke up. He looked around he was in a bedroom he'd never seen. He heard the door open.

"You're awake." A woman said with a thick southern accent.

"What happened?"

"You were in a car accident." "You're in my home." "You have a head injury, a broken arm and a sprained ankle." "My grandmamma was a nurse and she taught me lots of things." "So not to worry I can take care of you." She walked up to him. She had black hair and blue eyes. She was twenty-six. "My name is Emma Curtis." "Who are you?" John thought for a second.

"I think my name is John." "I can't remember anything else."

"Hello John it's nice to meet you." "It's late I'll leave you to rest." "Goodnight."

"Goodnight Emma."

The next morning John woke up. Emma came in with some breakfast.

"Hi." She said. "How do you feel today?"

"A little sore."

"Here's your breakfast."

"Thank you."

He ate his breakfast. She came back in to get the tray. After she finished washing the dishes she went back into the room.

"Emma what state am I in?"

"Rilen, South Dakota." "I'd let you use my telephone but I don't have one."

"That's alright I don't know who I'd call anyway."

"The nearest town is ten miles away." "When we can move you I'll take you there, to the hospital." "Plus another bad storm's supposed to be coming and when they do sometimes you can't get out for weeks."

"Alright."

"Any luck remembering anything?"

"No." "I was wondering how did I get into these pajamas."

"I changed you." "I hope you don't mind."

"It's alright."

"I saw something around you're neck." "Maybe that'll give you a clue to who you are." He felt around his neck grabbed his dog tags.

"I must be in the military." "There's names engraved on the back." He started reading them "Mom, Dad, Matt, Dan, Sean, Steve and Nikki." "Must be my family."

"I checked you for, what is called, a cellular telephone but you didn't have one." "I can tell you're a city boy though."

"How?"

"No accent."

"Where's your family?"

"My kins all gone to a better place."

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok." "My mama died in childbirth and my daddy died when I was three." "Then I was sent here to live with my grandmamma." "She passed on when I was nineteen." "I sure do miss her."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-six."

"If you don't have a phone how do you keep in contact with other people?"

"I really don't I see people when I go into town." "For the most part I keep to myself." "I grow my own food."

"What about friends?"

"My best friend was my grandmamma."

"What about at school?"

"Grandmamma taught me all my schoolin."

"You were home schooled?"

"Yeah." "I don't even have a television set."

"No?"

"No."

"What do you do for fun?"

"I read." "Rufus keeps me company to."

"Rufus?"

"My dog."

"So you've never had a boyfriend before?"

"No."

"You should give that a try." "You're beautiful."

"Thank you." She said blushing.

"You're welcome." He said smiling.

"Well I'll give you some privacy." She went for the door.

"Emma."

"Yes."

"Thank you for saving my life."

"You're welcome."

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