She awoke as though from a years-long sleep; the first thing she noticed was the grinding pain in her head. She could see the dim light through her eyelids, so she chose not to open her eyes—she thought a bright light could only hurt. She tried to remember what happened, but she found that her memory was more than a little fuzzy. Indeed, she was starting to find that she could only remember bits and pieces of her entire past. She had a name to go on but not really much else. She felt in her pocket for a wallet, trying to find some other clues, but there was nothing to be found.

Kate finally decided to risk opening her eyes. Surprisingly, the glaring sun didn’t add to the pain inside her skull. She was atop a grassy hill she didn’t recognize. She sat up and examined herself.

She was bleeding in several locations, which concerned her. She had large cuts on her chin and hip, and she knew she’d be one large bruise by the next day.

The best that she could tell, she’d been beaten. But why? What had happened?