She looked into his eyes and with a perplexed look on her face said, "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure. What is it?" "Where am I?" "You're in Williams Park." He could tell that didn't register with her. "Aren't you from around here?" "No. I mean, what city are we in?" "We're in St Petersburg, Florida. Where are you from?" "I don't know. That's the problem. I don't know who I am, nor where I'm at." "Oh." Charlie thought on that for a moment. "So, do you know your name?" "No." "You say you have a knot on your head. Can I look at it? "She removed the scarf and leaned toward him, raising her hand to indicate a spot on the back of her head. He could see blood matted in her hair. He felt a large lump. She flinched. "Does that hurt?" "Yes. And I have a headache." "That's a bad bump. How did it happen?" "I don't know." She covered her face with her hands and dropped her head into her lap. Her shoulders shook and she appeared to be crying. He waited. "Don't worry. I'm going to help you. You've bumped your head badly and you might have a concussion. We should probably get you to a hospital." "No. Let me rest here for a while. I'm sure my memory will come back shortly. It feels so weird not knowing who I am nor where I am." Now she was looking into his face. Looking for something, he thought. What? Understanding, maybe.
