I woke lost and confused, as I opened my eyes only darkness filled them. As I moved my arm it was caught on a sheet. I heard a noise in the distance and pulled harder on the sheet though it was stuck or snagged on something. The sound began to sound familiar to me, it was a…. a man of average build coming… down…. wooden stairs. I put my arm slowly down resting it back down on the cold metal table I had been placed on.

My breath and heart slowed as the being got closer, "is it friend or foe", being my main concern.

Then just as suddenly as it can the noise was gone with the exception of a small clicking a few feet from me. The sheet then suddenly moved off of me exposing me to the sudden light of the room. Above me was a man… his eyes were so caring… yet I was still wary of him none the less. He seemed to be in his mid-thirties.

"Your alright." He whispered gently, it seemed as if there was some awe in his voice.

My mind began to race with questions I needed answered. I didn't wish to talk to someone as strange as him, but I didn't seem to have any other choice.

Where to start? "Who are you?" I asked uneasily figuring names may help the situation.

"My name's Gohan." He said still gently, but as he opened his mouth to ask the next totally expected question, I realized I had put myself in an immediate spot. "What, may I ask is your name?"

"I'm…" I stuttered, hoping it would come to me. I turned dropping my head. "I don't know." My shame began to overwhelm me and my mind began to feel constricted like if a wall was forming around it, but my shame and the silence around it was ended quickly.

"You must have been in quite an accident. You've been down here for about six months." Gohan paused staring at me, almost through me. I tried to look anywhere but back into those deep caring eyes. There was a gold band on his left hand ring finger.

"Your married." I stated changing the subject with anything while my mind tried to process the information Gohan had just given me.

"Yes…" Gohan said looking to the ring puzzled, then, as if realizing something amazing, continued on my topic. "Her name is Vadel. We have a daughter as well, her name is Pan, she is almost 2 years old now."

The subject change didn't help as much as I had hoped, all the names sounded familiar, but where had I heard them before, and why could I remember hearing these names when I couldn't remember my own.

"Where are you from?" Gohan asked me kindly, again searching for my eyes.

Darkness flashed in my mind. I knew just how to answer that one. "I'm from a dungeon that no longer exists." I sounded like an evil being from… somewhere, but at least I could remember something. Though this thought did little to calm my racing heart.

"You mean Mt. Centras?" Gohan asked trying to put a place to my 'home'. I was not sure how to re-word it to help him understand, when I didn't understand myself.

Gohan started to stack books into random piles while grabbing a brown leather address book. "Well, now that your up, I need to get a council meeting in order… would you be willing to go with me?" He said turning toward me.

What could I say I couldn't refuse, he had taken me in, but I did not wish to agree to anything blindly. "What will this council of yours do with me, a young useless girl who does not even have a name to give?" I dropped my head again and I could feel his eyes scan over my body with a sense of curiosity. What did he see? He just kept looking yet nothing had changed.

"They'll decide the best way to care for you." He replied, but I could feel the tension in his voice revealing his unease.

"Why had you not gone to them before?" Had he been hiding me from his leaders, his friends… I thought of his wedding band… what about his family. "I'll go with you." I responded not giving him time to answer the question. I didn't feel I wished to hear his answer. His tension seemed to be relieved to some extent. "Besides," I continued, "this could be a great opportunity to learn some new information on… myself." How odd… this topic seemed, yet how could I know it was odd if I didn't even know my own name.

"Good," Gohan said as he tool a look around. "You can stay here until then. It shouldn't be long and no one should bother you down here. So, if you could stay… um… hidden." Gohan said his unease returning, and his smile vanishing for but a moment.

"I should be fine down here. Besides I should start thinking of… what I don't remember." I said, finding it easy to talk to him. I couldn't recall ever being able to talk to anyone this comfortably, but then again I couldn't remember much.

Gohan started to walk away before turning back. "Is there anything I can get you like food or water, a blanket perhaps?"

I thought it over quickly, "I'm not hungry and this temperature doesn't bother me." I said realizing my clothing was in tatters and revealed more than I believed was appropriate.

My shirt was nothing more than losely hanging white stripes of what might have at one point been fabric. The white sheet was still covering my legs to the extent that I could not see my pants, but I expected them to be just as torn and ruined. Silence filled the room, as I looked at Gohan noticing he was in a deep gray sweater with a collared white shirt underneath and long khaki pants like the temperature was chilling him.

Cutting into the deep silence Gohan put his hand out from his chest and summoned a blue orb into his hand. "Should you need me, you can touch it and it will… send me a message."

I nodded my head and he turned and walked up the wooden stairs, leaving his orb behind to watch me. It hovered there as if it was waiting.

I stood and walked to the first set of bookshelves, the blue glow following behind me, revealing that it was target sensitive. It was startling for a moment, then I reached out with my thoughts, feeling my energy enter the orb analyzing and gaining control of it. The orb solidified and set itself on the table nearby in response. This eased my mind and I moved to the bookshelf and started to read. If I was going to recall anything maybe some of this would trigger my memories. My memory seemed to be coming somewhat through experience, the orb, my home, the names. It was coming to me I just had to be patient.