Nina opened the door to her apartment that she barely remembered the location. She set her things down as she took a shower to warm her up some more, still cold from the cryonisation. She trembled to see this place again, though not remembering it fully. Her 39, supposedly 24, year old body frowned at her mirror, at herself. She did not feel that she had acknowledged all she could. She lay her head back on her bed frame as she lay staring at the crack between the wall and the ceiling. Tomorrow, she thought, she would get at her sister to find out everything she knew of her past.
"Past? What past do you speak of? Nina, you never had a past. Honey, do you feel alright?" only came her answer.
"Don't play sweet with me!" Nina yelled back. "I know you did something! I just can't figure out what….." her voice trailed off. She tried consistently but to no avail.
Sitting at her desk she lay her head in her hands with frustration. "Oh, Anna, why must you torment me?"
Sorry about transitions, guys. I'll try not to do that again.