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[h3][color=8493ca]William Jones[/color][/h3]
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I was lost and alone in a void. Though I walked for what seemed like ages, I found nothing except darkness and silence. It was so cold. I wrapped my arms around myself. 

[color=8493ca]"Is anyone there?"[/color] I yelled desperately. [color=8493ca]"Hello? Anybody!"[/color] 

The silence boomed around me, and I shivered, huddling into myself. Then, like a light shining in the darkness, I heard an answering call. 

[color=f7976a]"Hello?"[/color]

I felt an enormous sense of relief. There was another person here, and I wouldn't have to be alone forever in the dark... Except, that wasn't quite right, because I wasn't standing in the darkness, I was laying on a soft, slightly damp surface...

I slowly open my eyes, sleepily looking up at a bright sky. Then I jerk awake. This isn't my bedroom ceiling. This isn't my room. I sit up, panicking slightly, but calm down immediately - there's no way I can remain tense with such beautiful surroundings. I sit on a cushion of soft green grass, daisies springing up from it. The sky is a pure, unblemished blue, so different from the usual gray drizzle of my home. In the distance is a tall tree with a piece of paper caught in its branches, hanging among ripe red apples-

Wait. How did I get here? I search my memories, but find the past 24 hours utterly blank. I go further back. My name is William Jones. I'm a nursing student. Last Tuesday, I had scrambled eggs and coffee for breakfast. Retrograde amnesia, but I'd only lost one day. Why? I mentally list possible causes...blunt head trauma, alcohol or other drugs, emotionally traumatic events... I hadn't woken up with a headache, but I felt my head for the bumps that would indicate blunt trauma just in case. Then I check my arms for needle punctures by which a drug could have been administered. I can't think of a way to check whether I'd been through psychological trauma in the past 24 hours, and I probably wouldn't want to know about it if I had.

It is only then that I remember to search for the source of the voice that had awoken me. I look around and see two other sleeping figures around the tree. There's also a brunette woman standing by a well, looking in my direction.

Is she the one who brought me here? Or was she brought here herself, like me?

Either way, it wouldn't hurt to be friendly. [color=8493ca]"Hi there!"[/color] I call, waving. [color=8493ca]"Do you know where this is?"[/color]