I updated the second chapter, actually I wrote a new one because I wasn't satisfied with the other version.

Chapter 2: First Contact

Dressed in this typical hospital gown only, standing there in this hallway, I felt like I was in the wrong movie. What a stupid saying. But there's definitely some truth in it, as I know now. Anyway, for now I couldn't really do anything to improve my situation. Especially since I still didn't know much about it. So I juststrolled down the hall. A hospital smell was everywhere. I hate hospitals and I hate the way it smells in there. At the end of the hallway there was a little room with a TV and a vending machine in it. In the middle of the room was a table and a chair at each side of it. The sun shone through a huge window at the opposite wall. I had obviously found the common room. I looked around and saw some magazines that were spread on the table. I stepped closer and found a newspaper on one of the chairs. The Washington Post. I looked at the date. November 10, 1997. 97? I sat down and started reading. Nothing I was interested in. Why should I? That issue was 8 years old. I just wanted to grab one of the magazines when I realized somebody else came in. It was her. The woman I had seen in that other hospital room a few minutes ago. Amazing this resemblance. I stared at her in disbelief. She could have been her twin. The woman stood in the door for a while and scanned the room. When she realized that I was staring at her as ifshe was a ghost, she came walking over to me.
"Hey!", I said.
"Hey!", was the answer. She pointed at a chair. "May I?"
Finally I quit staring at her andshook my head to clear it. I was so fascinated that I hadn't really listened to her. "What? Oh the chair. Yes of course!"
She took a seat. "I'm surprised to see someone in this room. Usually there's nobody here."
"Really? I had to get out of that bed. It makes me feel sick."
"Well, are you not?" She even did that thing with her eyebrow. Too cool!
"Actually, no. I don't know why I'm here." I told her about the bright light and the men in the white clothes and how I woke up in this hospital. Surprisingly she didn't look at me like I was completely insane.
"I see", was all she said and the eyebrow went up again.
I waited for her to go on, but she didn't. She just sat there and looked out the window.
"So", I started. "What about you? Why are you here?"
The red haired woman let her look move back to me. "I...I'm here because I was sick."
"And you're not anymore?"
Now she looked down at her hands that were folded in her lap. "I'm doing much better. Looks like I'm going to be ok."
She didn't seem to like talking about it.
"That's great", I said and changed the subject. "I guess everybody tells you this, but you look so much like..."
I was interrupted by a nurse who came rushing into the common room. In her hands she had a pen and a notebook.
"There you are!" the nurse shouted to me and joined us. "I see you're feeling better now. I was looking for you."
"Why?"
"Because we can't seem to reach anyone of your family."
"My family?" I couldn't follow her.
The woman I had been talking to probably thought it was better to leave,cause she stood up and walked out towards her room.
I followed her with my eyes until she was out of sight. Then I turned to that nurse.
"Yes", she explained. "We found your ID in your wallet and tried to reach someone at that address, but apparently the people who live there don't know you. Said they were Mr. And Mrs. Hiller and have been living in that house for almost 40 years."
"I understand", I uttered. In fact I didn't understand anything. "Maybe you dialed the wrong number or looked up the wrong address", I suggested.
"Well, what is your address?" She took a look at her notepad as she waited for my answer.
I gave her my name and address and the correct phone number.
"Yep, that's it. That's what we tried."
I shrugged my shoulders. "Don't know. Then try it again. I can assure you that it is our address and phone number."
"Alright." The nurse turned around to leave. "I'm gonna try it again."

Next time I saw that woman from the common room was before supper. We both went to the tray wagon to get our meals. She was taking her tray out of the wagon and I apologized for the interruption earlier.
"Oh that's okay", she said. "I just hope you could resolve the problem."
I took my tray out. "Guess they're working on it. I bet they just dialed the wrong number."
She smiled charmingly. "Probably."
At that moment I realized that I didn't even know her name. So I held the tray with one hand, offered her the other and said: "By the way, my name is Amy."
She did the same with her tray and took my hand to introduce herself. "Nice to meet you, Amy. I'm Dana."