She felt her limbs. Her stomach. She felt as if she was here not there. Yet a strange sensation came over her. This sense of loss. This sense of not knowing who she was anymore.

Ellie tossed and turned for quite a while.

"Are you all right?" Kale looked down from the edge of his bunk.

She nodded, but he got down off the top bunk, anyhow.

"I don't believe you."

She sat up then and he sat next to her.

"How can this happen?" She was certain she was going to be sick and have to spend the night in the cramp bathroom that was no more a shower, a little sink and a commode. It looked like something out of an old school that had been shut down since the seventies.

"I'm sorry. I wish I had some answers." His attempt at consoling was hardly a pat on the back.

"Do you think you did this?" She squinted in tears then.

"Don't blame me," Kale said. "If there is anyone to blame, its..its your boyfriend. You should be mad at him. You are mad, aren't you?"

"I don't know," she shook her head, no. "I want to wake up in my own bed. That's what I want."

"It'll just take some time, the whole denial thing." Kale told her.

"What am I in denial about?" She brushed a tear away. "For all I know it was you who saved me?"

"I'm not really in the saving business," Kale admitted. "It just happen. It was just suppose to happen."

"Now what? What's next?"

"Your guess is as good as mine." He gave her a hug then.