Erik stirred lightly where her lay. It felt unnatural to move. For a while now, his limbs were out of his control, but now that his nerves were back to life, he was able to move once again. He opened his eyes and looked around. By the looks of it, he was in a small, tidy room that contained only a small table, a chair, a nightstand and his bed. There was a small vase on the nightstand with pretty flowers that emanated a pleasant scent. Erik glanced out the window. It was about midday with the sun at its highest point. The skies were clear and it looked like the day was over all, also pleasant. He attempted to raise his body to have a better look, but immediately abandoned the task as a severe pain shot through his entire body. Erik winced. What was wrong with his body? Where was he? What happened? He dug into his memory, but to his annoyance, it refused to comply, leaving him with only a headache. Damn, he thought. What happened? He couldn't remember a thing, not even his own name.
Erik groaned in disbelief, then heard a door open and shut somewhere. Footsteps followed, got closer, then his door was thrown open to reveal a young woman with long, black hair and a pretty, childish looking face.
"Ah, you're finally awake!" she said in a relieved tone. "You had me scared there. Three whole days! You were out for three full days!"
Three days! thought Erik, startled.
"Well, I'm very glad you're alive." Continued the woman in a cheery tone. "Oh, and by the way, you can call me Meg."
"M- Meg." Erik whispered, trying out the name on his lips. It was a simple one and suited her appearance. He was about to ask her where he was when she told him he needed rest, and with a swish of her hair, quit the room. So much for that, thought Erik. Oh well, there was always a next time.
He lay there for a few more minutes, trying to rack his brains for any hint of the past. But, the harder he thought, the more severe his headache became until he finally let out a frustrated howl. Meg immediately appeared by his side, a concerned expression on her face.
"I can't remember!" He uttered, clutching her hands. "I- I can't remember anything!"
There was panic, anger, frustration, and sort of madness in his eyes that scared Meg. For the first time she realized she knew nothing of the man. He was, after all, only a Phantom, a mystery unsolved and unquestioned, and unknowable. She was very afraid, but contained herself because it was her duty to see that he was returned to full hearth. She promised her mother. The only thing she did not anticipate, however, was the memory loss.