Where am I?
How did I get here?
I seem to be outside and on my back. I'm laying on the cold ground.
I don't remember.
I was in a soft and warm bed.
Now this.
My legs are stiff.
I can't bend my legs.
I can't move my arms.
I must yell for help. "MMMMEELL!"
My voice.
I can't speak.
"Oh my, I found you sweetie."
Who's that?
A woman!
"Here now, let's take you inside with the others."
Inside?
Inside where?
This place is old.
It's dusty.
I see a mirror.
If I can glimpse myself maybe it will jog my memory.
The mirrors pointing outside.
Cobwebs inside this place and outside.
"Almost to your room dear, just up the stairs."
My room?
I don't remember.
That statue.
What kind of place has that for a statue?
That angel isn't very comforting for a hospital.
"Here you go dear. Now lets make you more comfortable."
What are you doing?
Get your hand off my throat!
Please!
Stop!
My head!
No!
Don't!
Please!
My Head!
"How's it going Martha?"
"Just fine John."
"I see you found another one."
"Yes John. This old orphanage sure had a lot of toys scattered and buried on the grounds."
"Well you know Martha you could just leave them out there. When they tear this place down next week they will dig up all the grounds too."
"I know John, I know. I guess it's just a weird hobby to pass the time while we inventory."
"That's quite a collection Martha."
"Yes John it is.
I guess before everything got tore up, I wanted them to have someplace to rest their heads."