She went numb.

She felt around and felt every part of her body that had exposed flesh. Arms and legs. Neck and head. Other than a small cut on her wrist, there didn’t seem to be any other open wounds. Her left forearm has a severe bruise from the fall and has a pain number of about eight, but this is not the time for that.

Self-pity will have to sit this one out. Sarcasm, you’re up.

“Cassandra, so nice of you to join the party,” Sarcasm offered in an almost giddy tone, then gave an out of place pleasure relief laughter.

“This is no time for sarcasm,” the passive voice countered. “We are in a serious situation here.”

“Okay everyone, its’s my turn, Cassandra injected. “Amy, I need you to think this through. How did you get here? What do you remember?”

Amy rubbed her sore forearm again and then closed her eyes. No need to keep my eyes open she thought. It’s pitch black here.

“I remember waking up this morning.” She paused.

“You got this,’ the passive voice assured her. “Just picture how the day started and tell everyone what happed.”

“I was going to make today a fresh start. I took a shower. It was then that I had faint memories of when I had a life. I owned it. I decided then and there to put on my Eden on Fire Make Me Bleed T-Shirt. I know, I know, their concert isn’t for another month.”

“No shit?!,” sarcasm added.

Cassandra shot back. “Don’t interrupt. She is doing fine. Please continue Amy.”

“Thank you,” whispered both Amy and the passive voice.

“So, I went out to go to work when my car wouldn’t start. I was about to call for help when a tow truck driver yelled out to me. He said his name was Bruce. He just happened to be there.”

“Just happened to be there,” the aggressive voice remarked. “Am I the only one who sees what’s coming already?”

“Again, no shit?!,” sarcasm added.

“That’s enough out of you two,” Casandra added. “Amy, you were saying…”