{Chapter 1}

"Whoa…" he said breathlessly, staring in intense bewilderment at what he'd found. Before him was a girl, resting peacefully in peach colored bare flesh hidden away by shrubs of forest green. The girl let out a soft snore, her naked body lifting and falling as she snored. "Are you OK?" he asked, wondering if she'd been conscious. He crouched down, giving the mysterious girl a hard stare. Had she been truly asleep like this, in a park unclothed while sunset fallen upon the day? He wondered. Fascinated, curious, he reached for her. He put his hand to her face, caressing her heated flesh. What was this? "Why are you burning up?" he wanted to know. Why was her skin so very hot? His hand slid to her hair, hair that was a fine deepened scorched red like blood creating in heat of battle, the mists of war. Why, he wondered, had her hair been such a color? Had it been natural, or maybe dyed? He couldn't tell. His fingers lightly fell over the symbol on her forehead. It had been earthly brown, and a symbol he knew but not well. He recognized it as the Arian symbol, but why had it been there? Was it a tattoo, or a birth mark? But then again, did people possess birth marks of symbols so familiar? He wondered. The girl's salmon lips began to move.
"Why…?"
"Why?" the boy repeated.
"Why do I have no purpose…and yet existence?" she asked, her eyebrows now twitching. Her facial became to quiver, her eyes struggling as they remained closed.
The boy's fingers played along the bridge of her nose, sliding against the curve. His middle finger stopped at the point of her nose for a moment and then moved to her lips. She was like a masterpiece to him, the word Art that existed in Earth. "I don't understand." He said to her, a gentle smile on his face. His eyes were half-open, narrowed. "But we all have a purpose, don't we?"
The girl's face returned to its peaceful expression at the sound of his words. Her eyes squinted open, finding his own pair of ocean blue eyes. "Who are you?"
"Good question. I wish I knew." He said with an amused smile that gave him a sort of charm to the girl. "I'm still learning who I am, but everyone else seems to already know. But I'm sure they don't really have the answer, right?"
"I…do not understand." She said, blinking. Everything in her eyes was a blur.
He nodded, not even he himself understood whatever words he spoke. "That's fine. No one's asking for you to understand. My name is Jack. I found you here, are you alright? Do you have a concussion?"
She looked away, baffled by Jack and his words. She searched her mind a moment, relieved when she found that she knew the meaning of his words. But still she had to wonder: How exactly did she know? She shook her head. "No. I am…conscious right now. I do not have a concussion."
"That's good." Jack chuckled softly. "Do you know why you're lying here like this, out in public with no clothes on? Were you drink, maybe?"
"No, I…" she said, scrambling for words to explain. But she did not know why she was where she had been, "here" as Jack called it. She didn't know where "here" was, what it meant, or how she'd gotten there. All she knew was that there was a place called "here" and that she just happened to exist in it.
"It's fine. You don't have to remember. But do you know who you are? Do you have a name, or know your home address?"
"No, I do not have information about any of those things. What is a 'home address'? What is a name?"
"But you know what concussion mean…" Jack said, shaking his head. She was in fact a very strange girl. "Alright then!" he stood, putting his fits to his sides. "Should I take you home with me then?"
"Take me to…your home? Jack's home where he lives and has a home address?" she asked, fascinated.
Jack gave a nod. "And for now, if you'd like…we could…make it your home too?"
"I would like that." She said softly with a blink. Would she be allowed to such a place, to the home of Jack? Would she be able to exist there, where he'd offered her a home with an address?
Jack reached for her, offered his hand. "Should we go then?"
She mimicked Jack's nod, took his hand and stood. She wobbled, not knowing how to walk but thankful she had legs. Legs that she felt her move when she stumbled forward and fell against Jack. She looked down at such legs. How were they used? "Jack…I do not understand?"
"Did something happen?" Jack asked, looking down at her legs as she did. They were fine legs, long and peach colored. He looked at her wiggling toes. Although he did not know, she'd been getting the hang of starting to realize how such things as legs worked.
She looked up to him, looked up to see his college young face, dark stumble, and kind blue eyes. A smile found her face, she'd become overjoyed by this Jack. So much so that her heart beat. Who was Jack, what was he like? Had always been so very kind? "No, I don't think nothing happened…Jack."
Jack, unable to contain his laughter, began to laughter loud, freely. What was this woman? How come she was so strange, so abstract and new?
He too became overjoyed. He was somehow pleased without knowing the reason. He somewhat liked the idea of this woman's strangeness. It was something that was pure, organic to the core and something he'd never seen. She was truly precious, a rare being so different, so odd.
He liked this about this woman. "So you have no name?" he asked her, helping her to stand on her feet properly. She gave a nod. "So you have no home, nor address? No telephone number or husband to call?" Jack asked as they began to walk. She nodded again. "No kids, no family? No…nothing?" she gave a nod once more. "Wow," Jack said, astounded. "You really are alone, aren't you?"
"No," she said softly, her eyes taking in the signs of life all around her. "I now exist along with Jack."
Jack smiled softly, glancing over to her. He was truly thankful for the company, deep down in his lonely heart.