She woke up in who-knows-wheresville. The clothes she wore where unfamiliar, just like her location. Her mind was blank as to the memories of this place. "Don't panic," was the first thought in her head. She reached into the pockets of her ripped, oversized jeans, that seemed as if they belonged to a man. Both of the front pockets didnt contain anything of use, unless a gum wrapper could tell her any information about where she was and what she was doing here.
The first back pocket was the same as the front pockets, but the second one contained something paper-like. Thinking it was another gum wrapper, she pulled it out and threw it away, frustrated. But just as the paper left her fingertips, she noticed this paper was white, not like the light green wrapper that belonged to a gum that had been already used. The paper she found was also much larger, and looked as if it had been torn out of a notebook, with the ripped out edges falling off.
She ran off after the paper. There were no cars on the street, or any sign of life, so she didnt even bother looking both ways before she crossed the street. She picked up the paper and uncrumpled it. She sat down on the ground and smoothed out the paper. The page was almost completely blank except for the small loopy writing in the bottom right corner. She pulled the paper up to her face and squinted. She could just barely make out the words written on the paper;
Rebecca Taylor
PA15
201 Ember dr. 22854
"Rebecca Taylor must be me,"she thought. "That's pretty obvious, but what the hell does 'PA15' mean? She thought. Whatever. I'll skip that for now. 201 Ember dr. must be the name of a street, or drive or whatever, and 22854 is probably a zip code.
Who gave this to me?
