She felt as if her mind was attempting to dream. She tried to focus, hold onto any sort of feeling, only to get this sudden feeling of something being.. taken from her. She tried to reach out, but came up with nothing, she reached further and the feeling of walls started to push in on her, fast. She tried to move away, escape, she felt around the invisible walls for anything to grab ahold of. She used all her force to try and push against them, to stop them from closing in. Her fist slammed into the barrier as hard as she could manage.

She felt what might have been a dent when-

-She screamed, a bloodcurdling scream. She fell onto her knees. Uncontrollable tears threatening to fall. She clutched her hair so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Inside her skull rattled almost in time with the surrounding walls.

"Ranma!"

A distant voice attempted to break through the noise.

It shocked her enough, that for the briefest moment she could ignore the pain. That voice, it was familiar.. something! There was something at the edge of her mind, something she could just barely recall…

But the pain came back in full force, taking away her ability to reach out into that voice, her ability to stay grounded. As the walls fell upon her, closing in tighter and tighter, threatening to suffocate her-

-She gasped for air, jolting upright. Her hands buried themselves in the fabric of a blanket that had been covering her, grasping it so tightly her knuckles were turning white.

She looked around, starting to note she was in a relatively normal looking room. She took a deep breath. She was sitting on a futon. And she couldn't sense any immediate danger, so with one final breath, she let herself relax, taking her grip off the blankets and raised one of her hands to her chest feeling her heartbeat slow.

A knock sounded on the door. She jolted, jumping out of the bed facing towards the door. A young woman peered from behind the door before cautiously entering the room. She looked shocked, yet relieved to see her awake.

Carefully she approached, and sat on her knees next to her. This made it easier to notice the plain worry and.. curiosity in the woman's wide eyes. Something about this woman's presence was warm and welcoming. Slowly she joined her sitting down.

The woman went to speak, and no familiar words came out. She tilted her head at the woman. Clear confusion strewn on her face. The older girl's face contorted into stronger worry. She tried again, but with still no such luck. She looked down, unsure what to do.

The woman frowned. They both seemed to ponder on what to do. When the woman sat up straighter and said something to get her attention. She looked at her confused for a moment. The woman gestured towards the door, then to her and began to walk towards it. As she reached the door she quickly scrambled up to follow her.

She led them to a room with a table covered in a few plates of food. A man who looked about to be the woman's age already sat there. The young woman walked over to him taking a seat. Greeting him as she did. She then turned towards her, pushing a plate of food to an empty seat.

Spotting the food she rushed over immediately stuffing her mouth. The couple looked at her concerned, before the man turned and asked the woman something. They seemed to exchange a few words. A few moments later a hand is waved in front of her face. She blinks up at them, lowering the plate.

"Is ainm duit?"

She tilted her head slightly to the side. The woman thought for a moment and gestured to herself, "Ailean." Then points to her expectantly. After a second she repeats it, but this time gesturing to the man beside her, "Cillian."

After a moment she repeated pointing to who she now assumed was Ailean and Cillian. Who each nodded. However when she gestured to herself, opening her mouth to respond, nothing came out. She paused, her eyes widening as she looked down at her hands which began to shake. A perplexed expression on her face.

"Oh, Cailín." A soft hand is placed on the small girl's shoulder, causing her to look up and meet Ailean's eyes. Eyes full of pity. Something about that didn't sit right in her.

That sparked her to try and think, closing her eyes to concentrate.

…

…

Nothing! Her head made contact with the table. She heard her hosts start to chatter, but she ignored them, they were probably just as confused about her situation as she was.

She moved her arms under her head. And laid there with a sigh.

Her eyes opened, and she focused on wood off the wall she found herself facing.

As her mind drifted off, floating in the despair filled emptiness it seemed to only be. She felt a twinge of something. A vague sound that she couldn't make out. Like someone.. calling to her.

She sat upright instantly.

Ryoga.

Ryoga!

Wait.. who's Ryoga?

It's been days, well likely weeks now since she was found by this couple. She discovered that they didn't live too far from a small friendly town. Where she met Eoghan, an elderly gentleman, who could actually understand her. According to him he's traveled all across the world, collecting all sorts of knowledge, some of which he kept with him in his home. As far as he could tell her situation was rare at best, unique at worst. It was curious enough for him to agree to try and help her.

Her stay hasn't been that awful. Eoghan's been trying his best to help her out, but even he's got limits. There's been no breakthroughs with her memory. In fact the villagers had taken to calling her Caillí, she wasn't exactly sure what it meant but it was better than being completely nameless.

She did discover through a particular incident that she was ridiculously strong, especially for her size. Another mystery of her past. It did open up more opportunities to pay her keep. Ailean and Cillian were in charge of supplying lumber for the town. They'd often make deliveries to each door. She found it easy enough to take that over, hauling the lumber across town barely took too much effort.

It allowed her to connect to the other town folks even if only for brief intervals. The language barrier did make her feel lonelier than ever however. Her mind wandered as she made her way door to door. Caillí would catch herself thinking about the one thing she isn't fully sure is a memory or dream. That boy. She couldn't see him clearly for the life of her but just barely a hint of a face and a feeling, and those eyes. Green, she was sure they were green, and they seemed so full of emotion, depth she couldn't have simply imagined. The one thing more curious than anything else, was the sharp bristle of anger she felt whenever she thought of him.

All of this confuses her further, frustrating her why she can't recall anything else. But it's some sort of lead. Afterall, maybe, just maybe if she could ever find him, he'd have answers, right?

Caillí had finished helping out Ailean back at the house and was now making her way to the local baker. She had some money she had worked up, and she was craving something sweet. Distracted thinking about the sweet buttery pastries she was going to devour, she wasn't watching where she was going and felt herself run into someone.

She stumbled backwards from the collision. She quickly raised one hand to her arm grimacing. Was this guy made of rock or something?

She turns sharply to scold him, an insult on her tongue. But she froze.

"Sorry miss, I wasn't-" he paused.

They both just stare at each other.

That voice. Her eyes glance up, and note the obvious yellow bandana. She looks back down to meet his eyes, very familiar eyes. That look at her with such undeniable recognition.

She lunges.

The sudden movement and contact throwing him off guard and off balance, they both go flying past some houses, knocking over piles of logs causing them both to tumble fully backwards. Dirt and leaves kicking up everywhere.

His back and head slam into the ground, and he faintly grimaces from the sudden contact. She leans over him, a tight grip on his collar.

Ryoga opens his eyes and they meet hers. He looks at her in confusion for a second before they lower into a glare. "What the hell are you doing Ranma?!" He growls.

She freezes. Ranma. Is.. is that my name?

Her grip tightens and she pushes him further into the ground. "Who are you!- wait, no, how do I know you?!" She shouts into his face.

Ryoga reaches for her arms prepared to break from her grip but stops, looking at her closer, utterly bewildered. "What are you talking about Saotome? Have you lost your mind?"

"Maybe!" She stops, "wait, I'm asking the questions here!"

He looks at her incredulously. His eye twitches in annoyance. However his confusion and concern keep him still.

She didn't stop talking, "Do you actually know me? How did you find me? Why do you make me so mad?!"

Ryoga squints at Ranma, unsure of what to think, but his mind makes its own decision rather quickly due to plenty of his previous experiences with the pigtailed girl. Suddenly he's grabbing her wrists, easily pushing himself up, forcing them both to stand. He pulls her closer, and glares down at her, his teeth bared.

Ranma's eyes widened, not at all expecting the sudden surge of strength.

"Is this another sick joke of yours Ranma? If so, you've gone too far!"

Ranma blanks, looking at him confused and a sense of annoyance crawled its way into her mind, "Why would I joke about this?!" She tries to pull her wrists out of his grasp.

He stares at her longer, and after a moment his expression seems to change. He lets go of her arms and shoves her away. He turns away, and starts to rub the bridge of his nose in concentration.

Ranma rubs at her wrists. Turning slightly away from him, glancing over every few seconds warily.

"What did you mean by "do you actually know me?" Ryoga lowers his hand and turns toward her. One eyebrow raised at the pigtailed girl. Still obviously unsure, but trying to figure out what's going on.

Ranma suddenly felt a little nervous. Absently picking at the cuffs of her sleeves, the one thing she had with her. But she responds anyway, "I.. don't remember anything." She paused, looking up at him. His eyes studying her.

"Except you?" She added after a long moment. "I'm not really sure why, but… something about your eyes."

His aforementioned eyes widened.

"Considering this whole interaction, I'd guess I was right that you knew me.."

Ryoga glanced away, his features seemed to soften. "So.. you don't remember Akane?"

She tilted her head at him, "who?"