Whispered Memories

A/N: This is just a prologue of sorts for a story I am considering writing. Please comment and tell me whether or not you would be interested. I won't begin until I have a suitable number of people wanting to read it. Thanks! It would also be my first fanfic EVER!

The room was dark. It took her eyes about thirty seconds to adjust to the lighting.

"A hospital?" she asked herself.

Many questions plagued her mind. Why was she here? Where exactly was "here"? And the most important, who was she?

Without hesitation, the woman leapt from the bed and grabbed the chart hanging off it.

Name: "Jane Doe"

Place of birth: Unknown

Date of birth: Unknown

Next of kin: Unknown

Comments: Jane Doe found unconscious in street. Late twenties to early thirties. Personal belongings include: clothing, wedding band, strange watch type thing, and a blank piece of paper.

"Ok, that's not helpful!" she mused.

She looked around the room, familiarizing herself with the surroundings. It was plain enough room; off-white walls, a window with yellow and white curtains, a large chair in the corner, and the bed in the middle of the room.

"Not much for decorating, are they?" she laughed, then realized she was talking to herself and stopped. She went to the window and stared out. The place looked like somewhere she once knew. She tried to bring the memories of her life to the surface. The chart had said she had a wedding band. Was she married? Surely she would remember a husband. Of course, she didn't even remember her name right now!

However, there were two words that echoed in her mind, like a whispered memory from long ago. The two words played over and over as if it were a scratched record. They didn't even make sense though! "The Doctor" What was that supposed to mean? There had to thousands, no, millions of doctors on the planet, how was she supposed to find one specific one when she didn't even know their name?

The sound of approaching footsteps brought her out of her reverie. She quickly climbed back into the bed just as the door opened. A petite nurse stepped around the corner and stopped short at seeing the woman in the bed.

"Well it's good to see you awake!" The nurse smiled and stepped toward the bed. She checked her pulse and temperature before asking, "How do you feel?"

"A bit sore I guess. Um, what year is it?" the woman asked carefully.

"2010," Joan answered in a matter-of-fact manner. She didn't seem surprised that the woman didn't know.

"And, where exactly am I?" she asked, even more cautiously.

"First General Hospital of Cardiff, Wales. Now can I ask you a few questions?"

"I suppose. Yea, go ahead," the woman sat up a bit straighter. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Well, for starters, what's your name?" the nurse asked, a smile teasing her face. The woman sighed.

"I don't remember,"

"Come on, think real hard! I'm sure you'll come up with it. Just think for a minute," the nurse was trying to be helpful but it was only making the woman mad. She had been thinking this whole time. Still, what could a little concentration hurt?

The woman closed her eyes and focused on the only thing she did remember. The two words being whispered: The Doctor. She focused on the things she didn't remember: the wedding band, her approximate age, the strange watch thing…something started to come through. Just one word this time. A name?

"I remember…Wolf…but that's it," the woman opened her eyes.

"Wolf, you think that's your name?" the nurse asked, her pen already touching the paper prepared to write it in.

"I don't know. It's almost like it's a title of sorts," the woman's eyes became very distant. The nurse watched her for a moment. Finally, the woman snapped back to reality and laughed lightly. "Na, it's gotta be my name. What kind of a title is Wolf, anyways?"

The nurse smiled politely and wrote the name on the chart…Mrs. Wolf.

The End

A/N: That's it! The "prologue" for a story I would like to write! But I need input! Please review and tell me something! Thanks so much!