Her eyes snapped open as she breathed hard, taking in the new environment around her. She stood, shakily, running a hand through her thick, black hair. She blinked, trying to recall the past events.
But nothing came to her. Her mind was completely blank. She couldn't even remember her own name, or where she came from. She had absolutely no idea where she was.
Pockets, she thought. They'll probably be of some use.
'Who am I?' she mused as she dug through the pockets of her jeans. She dug out a wallet, and flipped it open.
Caroline Nicola Miles. That was the name on the identity card she found. Perhaps...was that her? But the girl in the photo, smiling back at her, seemed so different in appearance. Blonde hair, like golden rays of sunlight; green eyes, like pools of green jade...the more she looked at the photo, she knew that this wasn't her. She resembled Caroline as much as a beetle resembles a butterfly.
Date of Birth: 22nd October, 1965. What year was it now? She made a wild guess. 1984, perhaps? She really couldn't be sure.
She moved away from the photo and dug out a photograph. The colours were still vibrant, meaning that it hadn't been long since the photo was taken. It was a photo of Caroline again, with her parents. All of them were smiling. Bright, wide smiles.
But why did she have Caroline's belongings?
Her head spun, her vision blurring. She could barely stay on her feet now.
The dark, heavy clouds rolled over the hills as thunder roared from the distance. She took a few moments to get her bearings, but she didn't have time to rest for long. Heavy, blinding sheets of rain poured down as she tucked the wallet back into her pocket, and she looked around for shelter. Where was she? It seemed that she was in the middle of the countryside. Nothing around for miles. Her head pounded as she sank to her knees, pressing her fingers to her temples.
She squinted, noticing something in the distance. Shelter.
There it stood, a striking blue box, by the side of the path. Her heart lifted as she used the last of her energy to reach that small booth. It was as vital to her as water was to a traveller in the desert – life-saving. She heaved a great sigh of relief when she reached the box, pushing past the doors with whatever little strength she had left. Once she was clear of the rain she collapsed on the hard floor, closing her eyes, allowing herself to take a rest. She would figure out the rest when she had recovered, and perhaps the rain would have stopped by then.
The last thing she recalled before she slipped away was the sound of footsteps approaching.