I find myself in yet another bed when I regain conscious again, but it's one with a colorful swirling design on the bedsheets, and a soft brown quilt is wrapped around me. Sunlight shines in from one open window from the side. It feels much warmer than the ward, and my nose feels less stuffy.

With some effort, I manage to put my right leg on the carpeted floor, happy to see that it's not chained up to something. It seems that I am in some sort of elongated room, but it looks like a vehicle at the same time? There's a well-used orange couch in front of the bed, and there are various weird decorations and signs scattered all over. An empty tank sits at the corner of the chamber.

I know I have definitely been here before.

I hear conversation going on outside the slightly ajar door, the voices belonging to the two people who carried me off from the hospital. "I told you no grits! She can't eat that yet! Tell me you got the scrambled eggs like I told you to."

"I did! We're lucky there's a Mickey D's around. It's hard to find the food we're used to here."

"Mickey D's? That's an obscure Canadian term, I'm sure. But yeah I know. Every vegetable we found so far is god damn fried. I'm not eating these grits, so go get some pancakes or something. And where's my coffee?"

There's a disgruntled sound before the sounds of footsteps moving away.

The door is shoved open as the alluring woman comes into view. She grins when she sees me awake, putting the styrofoam plate and water bottle onto the sofa before helping me up to a sitting position. She pops the straw out of the bottle, and I suck eagerly on it. The cool liquid flows to soothe my patched throat. After I drank my fill, I wet my peeling lips with my tongue and let out a sigh of contentment.

She continues smiling at me while she lifts the lid and pushes a plastic fork and the large plate of eggs into my palms. The waft of freshly cooked chow is welcoming to my growling stomach, and I shovel the food as fast as I can into my watering mouth. She raises a brow as she watches me eat. "Slow down, no one is going to snatch the food from you. There's more if you're still hungry."

I take a large swig from the bottle again after I gobble down the breakfast. She looks at me expectantly, and I feel pressured to say something. Maybe now's the chance to start checking off the huge list of questions I have sprinting through my mind?

I open my mouth, and try to speak. A raspy voice comes out, and my throat feels sore. But at least there's a sound. "Uhh… What does T.V. stands for?"

She shoots me a quizzical look. "Television?"

Shaking my head, I lift up my arm and point to the wristband. She takes a look at it, before frowning at me. "You don't know?"

I continue shaking my head. "That's my initials, right?"

Her brows scrunch together tightly. "Yes. Tori Vega. That's your name all right. Your actual name is Victoria, but you very much prefer Tori, so that's what everyone calls you."

There is a pregnant pause before she speaks again. "Do you… know who I am?"

"Um…" I look away, feeling guilty. I must have been important to her, and I feel that she's important to me too. But I just can't remember how or why.

She clasps my hands into hers, and I can feel her shake. "You don't remember anything, do you? Not even your own name?"

"No… I am actually hoping to get some answers from you so I can try to recall. To be honest, I have no memories about anything at all. Can you run me through some of the things about you, about us or whatever that is relevant?"

She takes a deep breath before her husky voice fills the air again. "I am Jade. Jade West. You're Tori Vega. We used to go to a high school called Hollywood Arts together, and we have a group of close friends. The guy you saw last night is Beck. He's my ex-boyfriend, and current best friend. You and I were in a relationship for barely a year before your parents suddenly pulled you out of school after they caught you with your head between my legs in your room when we stupidly forgot to lock it and thought they were not home. You went totally missing after that. We hounded Trina, your sister, repeatedly for the remaining half a year at school before she graduated, and found out that your parents have relocated themselves and you out of state, but she had no idea where you all were."

"Ok... So, where are we now?"

"I tracked you all the way down south, Vega. It has been a long, long road, with us hitting multiple dead ends. But to answer your question, we're in Alabama."

I stare at her, feeling my jaw drop. "Wow, ok. That's… really far from Hollywood. From LA. What about school? Won't you guys get into trouble for skipping school so much since you had to travel all the way here?"

She bites her lower lip, pulling me close to her. "Tori, we graduated high school almost four years ago. To be exact, all of us did, except you, since you left in the middle of a semester."

A/N: Internally debated for a pretty long time whether to use V.V. or T.V., ultimately decided on T.V. for that lame pun.

...Yes I must.