Okay, I've been told to continue, so I shall! And something amazing happened! :D But I shall not say for you guys will think I'm strange(-Er). Anyway, enjoy :3

Mal didn't know where he was. Well, he did now. He almost just woke up in a whole new city, with next to no memory. Honestly, it scared him, a hell of a lot. Almost as if his life was a film he had seen years ago. He remembers somethings, but the rest is a constant blank. His mind was a embroidery missing half the thread.

His problems started arising when he tried to tell people what was wrong. Funnily enough, if you tell people that you've lost you memory and don't know where you are, people think that they're on a reality TV prank show. Each time this happened, he started to believe that his memories were just pure rubbish. But that was before he met them...

She was called Alice. Mal never actually learned her last name, not that he really needed to. According to her, strange things had been happening all around where they were. And many people went missing unexpectedly. So when he told her what had happened, there was a certain gleam in her baby blue eyes.
"Your not from here?" She stopped and turned to look at him, smiling.
"I don't even know where here is." He stated honestly, for all he knew, he could've been in Narnia.
"Your in New York. Well, the suburbs part right now." She informed him and kept walking. He followed behind her, and something about suburbs seemed... Off. As if something bad had happened when he was there before.
"Where are we going?" He asked, and she just simply smiled
"You'll know sooner or later."

Alice couldn't have been any older than thirty, or at least she didn't look it. Her hair fell to about her mid back, and the front sections of her hair were swept back and clipped in place. If it weren't for around her eyes, he would have thought she was a lot younger. Her eyes had heavy dark circles clearly covered up by concealer and foundation, he wanted to ask what was wrong but he felt it was best not to pry. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye
"Do you know where you were before?" She asked
"Not a clue." He answered back, feeling fairly useless
"Well, your ID says your from San Francisco." She said, and he believed her about that. If she said he was from somewhere else, he would have thought she was lying, but San Francisco? There just felt like home.
"What about that?" He asked, fairly curious of where she was going with this.
"I'm going to help you get home." She smiled at him, faint creases near her eyes became visible when she smiled.

Mal didn't bother mentioning Natara. He could only remember bits about her. He remembered how she looked in the morning. He remembered how she hated all the bad that happened. He remembered a lot of times her proving him wrong. He was afraid that if he mentioned her, the memory would just fade away. And he didn't want to forget her. Ever.