Staring at the thin blackish brown line on her arm for the umpteenth time,she wondered what had caused it. The doctor lady  had said it was not due to the accident but much more before it.

She wondered about the two years which had left her memory lane. She wondered if she had got a job after graduating. Sitting in this quaint village by the riverside waiting for her limbs and memory to heal, her mind had become quite a traveller, wandering from one arena of her life to other. She wondered about her parents, her friends thinking what had become of them, why no one was with her. She didn't know whether her parents thought she was dead or alive.

It was not that she didn't know where to go, the point was how and when. The more pressing issue was that her subconscious continuously warned her against contacting anybody.

Suddenly, the door creaked open breaking both her thought cycle and the eery silence. The intern was here for the routine checkup.

After a small talk and checkup she said something that lifted her spirits  but also left a chill down her spine.