She could hear voices but couldn't understand what was said. There were blurred images of faces peering down at her and moving away, then darkness would engulf her once again. Consciousness faded in and out. She couldn't tell if she was dreaming or not. Gradually things became clearer and she was a little bit more aware, she was in a hospital bed with something wrapped around her neck to prevent her from moving it. Her flippers were strapped down to the sides of the bed. The bed had a netting surrounding it to keep her from falling out. She saw a nurse come in and attempted to talk to her. When that happened, there was a commotion. She heard someone say she's awake and then others came running in. A doctor asked her if she knew her name. As she tried to answer, the voice she heard was high pitched like a child's. It only added to her confusion as she wondered whose voice it was. There was a TV in the room and she had been given a remote control to it, which she could sometimes operate when it didn't fall or disappear where she couldn't find or reach it. Sometimes she wouldn't remember she even had a remote and would ask a nurse to turn on the TV. She would just watch it for hours and wonder about what she had seen. Most of it was new to her, though she had recognized some of the old rock songs after a while. Much of what she saw would stir her in strange ways and she seemed to cry often. Sadly, she had no memories, none at all. Her name was lost with everything else; the doctors claimed her to have Amnesia. The doctors also could not identify where she had come in from, thus giving her nothing to work with. She was soon allowed to eat real food but seemed to be full after only a few bites. Her sense of taste and smell no longer seem to work very well. Once she was awake and slowly became cognizant the hospital began the therapy. There was a speech therapist who would help her learn how to talk so others could understand what she said. The Therapist would also bring up puzzles and things to test her comprehension. What was most important to her was to be able to walk. She craved mobility and seemed to have a well-developed aversion to being caged, tied down, closed in, and unable to be free. She would look out the window with longing and could watch traffic, the construction project across the street, and the life flight helicopters as they would come and go on their missions of mercy. She longed just to feel the sun on her skin and the wind in her face. Then began the process of learning how to walk. She had much trouble and required extreme amounts of support, she would sometimes practically drag her feet while the nurses tried to keep her walking. The process was definitely tedious and repetitive, but after what seemed like years, she could finally walk with few sudden limps or stumbles. This is when she finally met someone besides a nurse. She was just sitting down for a moment in the waiting room, chatting with a female penguin who seemed quite old, but very sweet. The glass doors of the hospital swung open and slammed against the walls so fast everyone jumped, as everyone looked up, they found a shadowed penguin standing in the doorway. At first there was no movement, no speaking, but the next thing she knew, she was in the new penguin's arms. There were no words, just a trembling body clinging to her, grasping her, as though hoping for her not to flee. "Y-you idiot!" the penguin yelled with a wavering voice, as the penguin pulled them back, she got a good look at the contacter. She was a turquoise penguin with white hair put in a braid, her eyes were filled to the brim with tears. "What were you thinking!? They were going to pull the plug on you! You nearly got yourself killed by that rebellious act!" She simply blinked at the sobbing penguin before she ever-so-softly tilted her head curiously. "Pardon?" she asked quietly, "Do..do I know you? And what is all this about nearly killing myself? What is going on?" The other penguin's eyes widened, her face going pale. "Do...do you know who YOU are?" the penguin bit her beak with worry. When she shook her head, the worried penguin sighed. "Let's...let's just get you signed out of here, okay?" "Am I going with you then?" she asked. The turquoise penguin nodded softly. "I am Octaine," "Well hello Octaine," she began, "I am...I am afraid I actually do not know my name!" The turquoise penguin looked over her with a perplexed expression on her face. Octaine let her gaze wander over her before meeting her gaze once again. "Boni." Octaine mused, "Your name is Boni." Boni perked up. "Boni?" she echoed, "Boni is my name?" Octaine nodded and grabbed Boni's flipper, pulling her toward the counter. "Now, let's get you signed out of here...Boni."