One couldn't describe a blank mind. If someone could, it would probably be a canvas devoid of paint. That's how the woman would describe herself, if she knew what a canvas was. She looked about the furnished house finding everything so unfamiliar. Somewhat that is. Vague words and phrases popped in her head.

Vase.

Picture.

Light.

And it went on. For a moment, she felt a pang in her head causing her pain. It was like a migraine, but it subsided in moments.

Meow?

The cat at her feet stared up at her looking as if she were very confused. The cat stared long and hard at her, as if she was sizing her up. The woman looked right back, and for a moment, she felt as if she and the animal could understand one another. But that was silly. Animals were not sentient.

Giving a firm mew, the cat walked off, going to her feline business. The woman was left to ponder once more.

"So are you hungry?" She heard the man, Greg he had said, ask her a question.

The woman looked up to him, before suddenly looking to her stomach as it churned.

"I take that as a yes." Greg said with amusement. "You like Chinese?"

The woman looked at him with confusion.

"Do you know what Chinese even is?" He asked again.

The woman tilted her head to the side, once more showing confusion.

"I'll take that as a "no"." But a smile perked upon Greg's face. "Well you are in for a treat."

Taking the strange device he carried, he pushed on it before holding it up to his ear. In short order, dialogue followed. "Hello? Yeah it's Greg."

The woman trailed off as Greg went into the other room. The woman was alone once more, and she found herself compelled to move up. She got to her feet, gazing about the room with curious eyes. What caught her eyes was the strange glass window in front of her. Well it was rectangular, but it appeared to be indeed a window. Except, there was nothing outside of it. It appeared to be simply blackness. She walked up to the "window" and put a finger to it. It wasn't glass, but something almost soft. And then she noticed her fingers. She eyed them strangely, staring with curious eyes.

"Well dinner's been ordered, so we just have to wait."

She heard Greg's voice coming from behind, but she hardly acknowledged him.

"What are you looking at?"

At last she looked to him, seeing his confusion. "She merely pointed to the "window" and said, "This?"

Greg's confusion faded and he walked to her. "That's just the television."

The woman cocked her head to the side. Now confused as much as Greg was. Greg picked up a smaller rectangle, and pushed a button. Right away, noise and color filled the "window" causing the woman to scream.

"Woah sorry!" Greg said quickly grabbing hold of the woman. "Look I'm sorry. It's fine. It's not real."

The woman looked away, turning back hesitantly as she heard Greg's reassurance. As the image faded away, the woman gave a gaping look of shock. Then in an instant, the image appeared again. She flinched slightly, but felt Greg's soft hands across her shoulders. "It's fine. It's just images. Pictures being sent here by signals."

She didn't understand a word, but she believed him all the same. Turning around, the woman focused on one of the words he had spoken, "picture". Another smaller one lay atop an end-stand. She inched in closer, gazing at the image before her.

"Who's that?" She asked.

Greg focused upon the picture she was pointing at. The image was so peaceful. Him there, smiling with a woman. Blond hair and a perfect smile.

"That's just me and my wife." She heard Greg answer.

She looked to him. "Wife?"

Her question had meant to convey where she was. She hadn't seen a wife at all. It would seem she would get her answer, as Greg let out a sigh.

"She's dead. Died about a year ago."

Be careful Adder, the beautiful snake whom I love.

The woman felt a pang in her head. Giving tiny breaths, she put her fingers to her temples.

"Are you alright?" Greg asked.

"Fine." The woman responded.

She hastily returned to the couch. Once she was seated, she felt the pain in her head come to a halt.

Greg sat himself down as well, sitting next to her, but taking care to not touch her or anything super personal.

"Look. I know this is probably hard for you, but do you remember anything?" Greg asked.

The woman looked at him before turning away. She began to think hard about what she had just been asked. The strain on her mind was intense, but all she could mutter was, "Nothing."

"Not even your name?"

Adder.

"Adder!" She suddenly blurted.

Greg looked at her confusedly. "Adder? You mean like the snake?"

The woman nodded while giving a shrug.

"That can't be right. I mean why would your parents name you after an animal?" Greg knew he shouldn't judge a person by their name. There were weirder names. But adders were poisonous snakes. "Well regardless if it's your name or not, how about we shorten it for simplicity's sake?" Greg looked deep in thought. "How about Ada?"

The woman's face brightened up at the sound of that. "Ada?" She repeated. Then smiling, she said once more, "Ada!"

Greg grinned, "See? Just rolls off the tongue."

The woman played back the name in her head. Let it flow around in there. After all, it sounded much better than her supposed old name.

Sssso now we have a problem with our name?

Ada paused once she heard that voice.

At leassst Adder sssounded fierce.

Shaking her head, Ada dismissed it. She was more concentrating on how hungry she was.

XXX

Greg watched as Ada feasted heartily on the Chinese banquet before them. He had ordered a lot. Perhaps too much. But he figured this woman hadn't really had a good meal in a while. Ada chomped down on an eggroll whilst slurping up some noodles, making some exaggerated noises of pleasure. He himself was simply enjoying his orange chicken.

"You really like that huh?" Greg asked.

Ada took a moment to pause her eating. "Mmm hmm." She answered before she resumed scarfing.

It took a few moments before she was done, but once she was, she leaned back, looking very pleased with herself.

"How was it?" Greg asked.

Smiling, Ada stuck out her belly and patted it. "Delicious!" She uttered.

"Well I'm glad. I wasn't sure if you were a noodle girl or a General Tao sort of girl. So I got both."

"It was good." Ada said as she wiped her mouth. Just then, she let out a burp. Looking up sheepishly, Ada flashed a grin. "Excuse me."

"It's fine. Honestly Chinese has that effect." Greg laughed.

They had broken the ice at least. Something about that meal seemed to jog something.

"I want to rest." Ada suddenly exclaimed.

"I'll take you to the couch." Greg said.

Going towards her, she helped her up, then led her towards the living room. As she nestled herself into the cough, Greg went into the other room and came back with a blanket and pillow. Taking it, Ada felt even more comfortable. And it wasn't before long she settled into sleep. Greg himself was alone now, deciding perhaps he should call it a day. After all, it was indeed getting late.

And so he headed upstairs for some rest of his own. Tomorrow was another big deal in rehabilitating someone.