'Who are you?'
'I can't remember.'
'How did you get here?'
'I...I don't know. How did you get here?'
'...I don't know either. I can't remember anything before I opened my eyes here.'
A small voice asked meekly from a corner, 'Where is here?'
It was only then that the two realised they weren't alone. The voice sounded like a child's, but 'here' was too dark to see anything more than a few feet in front of their faces.
'Who is that?'
'I don't know who I am, I'm lost and scared,' the voice squeaked.
'Come here, we won't hurt you, let's figure this out together.'
It was a child. The child moved cautiously out of the shadows towards the two; head bent down as if watching every step they took.
'It's okay. It's going to be fine. You're safe here with us-'
'Speak for yourself. I don't know who or where I am but I'm certainly not going to babysit this child.'
The child kept looking down.
'Fine. You don't need to worry about it at all. Let's just figure out where we are so we can go home.'
The word 'home' reverberated through the space. What was home? They couldn't even remember.
They had been walking for a while. None of them really knew how long it had been, just that their feet were aching and their stomachs empty.
'I wish I could just see where I was going.'
Slowly the darkness began to fade away; revealing thick, lush groundcover, and then huge, lumbering trees. The leaves were a silvery-white colour that reflected dancing light onto a muddy path.
'I wish I had a jam sandwich,' the child quipped; but it didn't work like that.
'We should take a break. I think I see a house.'
Stepping onto the porch, termite-riddled wood creaked under their feet. The door was unlocked and it was dark inside. Peering down a hallway so long that it seemingly had no end, they all felt a sense of familiarity.
'You two wait out here, I want to make sure it's safe. I'll come get you.'
'Please don't leave,' the child pleaded.
'I'll be back before you know it.'
'No, we'll come with you. We might as well stick together. I doubt anything in this house is scarier than whatever's lurking in the bushes.'
