She tried to open her eyes, but the bright light hurt. She closed them again and rolled over. Sleep sat beside her, not quite wrapping her in its comforting embrace. She stirred restlessly, and a stiff wrinkling sound followed her movements. She frowned. She wanted to forget. The voices in her head, the memories prodding at her. She had something important to do. Someone important to see. Now if only she could remember who. She stirred restlessly again then bolted upright. She grabbed her head with both hands. “Ohh,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have done that.” She flopped backwards, gasping at the boom in her head. “When you wake up, you really snap awake, don’t you?” Ward. She rolled over slowly to face him. “I hadn’t expected the massive headache.” She winced. “Even now I can’t quite believe it. Why?” “Probably the drugs. The doctors said you’d been given something to keep you quiet.” “Figures,” she muttered. “How did you find me?” “It wasn’t easy,”
