"WHAT SORT OF A NAME IS…."
Rachel awoke with a feeling that something was distinctly wrong. She had been dreaming of her time in the Key Lair-hardly surprising considering she had spent who knew how much time there-particularly of her fights with Lovrina and the others she had attacked. She supposed the first anomaly was that the violent content of the dreams no longer bothered her.
A movement to one side caught her attention and she tensed, then calmed herself down as she realised it was the hermit, though one part of herself, which she strongly resisted, wanted to attack him.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked. "You slept the whole night although you seemed terribly restless. You were tossing and turning and making these odd noises all night, but whenever I checked, you seemed to be deeply asleep." She opened her mouth to tell him she was fine, and that's when something else struck her.
She could understand what he was saying, knew what she wanted to say back, but couldn't remember or work out how to speak. She was able to do one of her passable Lugia calls, but somehow, despite the fact that she had been talking until very recently, she was now unable to speak. She closed her mouth and threw up her arms in frustration.
"Hey, don't get worked up." he said, not knowing why she was so frustrated. "Not feeling so good then? Would you mind letting me know your name? I can't just call you "you."
She was wondering, without the power of speech, how she could tell him. She wondered if she could write it, and found a pen and paper, She put pen to paper, and got ready to try to write. That's when Rachel realised the third, and in some ways, the most distressing thing.
She was unable to remember her name.
She snarled and thumped the bed a few times, then turned back to the pen and paper. She may not be able to remember her name, but she had been called something else recently, and it was better than nothing.
Picking up the pen, she scrawled something on the paper, then threw the pen down violently, stood, turned, and looked at the hermit. He went over to the paper, and picked it up, reading what she had put. He looked up at her.
"I can't call you that!" he said. "What sort of a name is XD002?"
