"So, boys, what do you think? Have you found any I.D.?"
"None. It's like she just dropped in from Mars."
"If Pierce would halt his alien theory for a moment, I think I may have a way to identify her. Or, at the very least, where she's from."
"It's Sherlock Holmes. Colonel, permission to call the BBC."
"Denied. And Pierce?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
XXX
7:42 P.M., May 24th, 1952
My second day (conscious, that is) at this place and I've learned a bit more about myself:
I must have had very particular tastes when I had an actual life, as everything here doesn't seem good enough. ("Doesn't seem" is not the right phrase. "Isn't" is.-----------see what I mean?!?!)
My voice tends to get shrill when I get nervous.
And most importantly...
I'm Asian.
That was the biggest shock I've had yet, aside from waking up and not knowing who I was, of course. Yesterday I had more important things to do than gawk in a mirror, but today, after things had calmed down, I asked the head nurse (Major Houlihan) for a hand mirror and she lent me one. Not that I hadn't caught glimpses of my hair yesterday, but to see it was truly jet black and wavy (which I would deem quite strange) is a shock.
Now this frightens me. I would guess I'm about thirty years old. I've had this body for my entire life, but yet I'm surprised at what I look like? That makes no sense.
The worst part is, I still have no name. The doctors are calling me "the woman" but that won't last forever. If only I could cling to a scrap of my unconsciousness...perhaps that could get me something.
Doctor Pierce just came over. He asked if I'd like to (and these are his exact words) "tour the lovely four-oh-seven-seventh...it's lovely at nightfall, with the spy planes zooming in." I said that I was too tired, but maybe tomorrow?
Speaking of tomorrow, the doctors want me to look at my personal items sometime then. I hope that something sparks a little recognition and I can get out of this place. Yes, I know I sound like a snob. I am! That fact has become remarkably clear to me in the past day. Doctors Pierce and Hunnicutt seem to think that that's amusing, but Doctor Winchester seems to respect it, and I am grateful. I believe he's the type that appreciates the finer things in life.
I believe that I'll close this entry now and try to get some sleep. I wonder if I have jet lag...
------"The woman"