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“Your two o’clock and five o’clock appointments have been rescheduled, Dr. May.” Patrick May held his phone against his ear using his shoulder as he accepted the coffee cup his wife handed him.
“When have they been rescheduled for, Jayne?”
“Mrs. Jenkins is scheduled for next week Thursday, since Mr. Oliver couldn’t make his appointment that day, and Mr. Renolds isn’t due back until October. He’s spending the summer in Florida,” Jayne, his secretary, replied. Patrick opened the kitchen door, coffee cup and briefcase in hand.
What he saw nearly made him drop both.
“Jayne? I’m going to have to call you back. Have Dr. Walsh cover me until I get in.” Patrick May set his coffee, briefcase, and phone down, then rushed over to the prone form of a girl lying at the bottom of the steps. She looked to be about fourteen. A bag lay beside her, the strap broken. Patrick was relieved to see that she was still breathing.
“Miss? Are you all right?” The girl’s eyelids fluttered open. She looked dazed. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead turned to vomit in the bushes. She looked back at Patrick.
“Sorry.”
Patrick shrugged and smiled reassuringly. “I’ve seen worse. Now, what is your name, dear, and how may I contact your parents?”
The girl looked down at herself and frowned. When she looked back up at Patrick, she looked panicked.
“I-I don’t know.”

19 FEBRUARY 2013, 03:58 PM
I sat on the couch in the May’s living room. I had only been there for fifteen minutes, but it felt more like an hour. Fifteen minute before, Patrick had led me inside his house, where his wife, Hannah, started fussing over me. I accepted a glass of water, but nothing else. Now she and Patrick were in the kitchen, discussing what to do with me. Hell, I didn’t know what to do with me.
I couldn’t remember anything about myself. Not my name, my birthday, or even my favorite color. Although, based on my clothes, I was leaning towards black.
I heard a door open and close upstairs. A few seconds later, a girl about my age (whatever it was) bounded down the stairs, her blonde ponytail bouncing. She paused for a second when she saw me, then bounced over and flopped next to me on the couch.
“I don’t know who you are,” she said, “but I bet you’ll want to know me. My name is Piper.”
“Hi, I, um, don’t know my name?” I replied.
Piper frowned. “Is that a question?”
“No, more like a terrible nightmare.”
Piper studied me. “That’s really weird. Do you know why?” All of a sudden, Piper brightened. “Maybe you’re an alien? Or a spy that gave herself amnesia to keep her identity safe.”
I was confused. “Why would a spy give herself amnesia to keep her identity safe?”
“Duh, so she can’t accidentally give herself away,” Piper said, rolling her eyes.
“That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard,” I replied. “Obviously she would have been trained not to give herself away. ”
“But what if there’s a cute guy involved? It would be so hard to not reveal yourself.” I tried to smother a giggle with my hand. “What?” Piper asked. “Why are you-Oh, no! I didn’t mean it that way! I-I meant-” Piper dissolved into giggles. “I meant revealing her identity! You have a dirty mind!”
I was full-out laughing now too.”You’re the one who said it!”
“But I didn’t mean it that way!”
Hannah and Patrick emerged from the kitchen. They looked at me and Piper, then at each other.
“I don’t even want to know,” Patrick said.
“That’s probably for the best,” Hannah replied.
Then they got down to business.

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