A relived breath came out as they fell onto the beach. They had lived. It was a great thing to have happen. Now, if only they knew why it was. There was just an endless stretch of beach, and a sword with the name Emilia in the sheathe. A picture in her pocket revealed a younger woman with Emilia in the arms of the one who held them. That being none other than what she would find is her mother. That was what was written on the back. Anything else at this time was lost to her. She was wounded. She was tired. She had no idea why. She just staggered forward trying to find more to her puzzling thoughts. Like, who was she?

"Are you okay?" She looked to a young man who stood up on the rocks above her. His ruffled dark wind in the wind. His handsome, and strong jaw.

"Y-yeah, I am." She trembled. "So I know you?" She asked with unease.

"Do you...have amnesia?" The man wondered. He had seen her wash up on shore and came to find if she was okay.

"I think...my name is Emilia."

"I am Lloyd Robertson, but you can call me Ed." He replied kindly. "I guess you know your name then? You don't have smnesia?"

"I do. I can't seem to know anymore than that...where are we?" She replied in deep concentration rubbing her temples.

"We are just outside Jolly Roger. My house is some ways outside town. Why don't you come with me?"

"I have nowhere else to go, and there is no one else I know...So I would like that very much." She replied as if distant.

He smiled in return. "Okay, come up here and I'll help you the rest of the way.

And, the two of them went to his two-story home. It may sound big, but it was only vertically. In width it was a one-bed, one bath, one this, and one that. Just enough rooms to live with.

Aside from showing some latent knowledge in mechanics she also discovered one more thing on a rainy night. She was standing outside in the downpour with the blade she had found when she woke on the beach. Ed came into view.

"You'll catch a cold. What are you doing?" He wondered.

"No matter how hard we try. We just can't find my past." She gritted.

"The past is the past now, Em. It only created this present and is no longer important." He replied seriously from under his umbrella. "Why not come inside? We'll get warmed up."

"Pick up that rock." She eyed a stone as big as two fists.

"This rock? Okay." Ed bent down and scooped it up.

"Back up...about ten feet and throw it at my back." She demanded as she turned away.

"Em...Okay, I'll do as you wish." He nodded and backed away. When he reaches the right distance he throws it for her backside. It lands in front of her in five pieces. "You...broke it with that sword? I didn't even see you move."

"I know." She trailed in speech. "Why do I have such skill? Why would I...need to have such skill?" She wondered aloud. "Have I...killed someone? If so, how many lives were ruined?"

Ed stepped forward. "Who says you know have these skills to harm? Maybe you had them to protect others." He questioned. "You seem to be looking for excuses to hurt yourself more. I told you six months ago...that you can start over now. You can stay here with me."

"There's more though." She said with worry. "How old am I? Did I have friends? What were my favorite things? Am I allergic?"

"You're right, you should know all those things." He replied. "If you can't remember them...then make new ones. In time memories will return."

"The only thing that can be...my favorite thing...is you." She admitted. "We should go inside." She made her way forward, but he stopped her at the wrist. Pulling her under his umbrella. There was a silent pause, and nothing more at the time. Not outside, anyway.