Alternate Emma Smith Original Story

Arrival

I don't know where I am. I don't know who I am. Why am I here? 

"But you must remember something." A kind woman told me as I looked around her attic. "What were you doing these past ten years?"
"That's the problem." I wailed. "I don't know!" The woman sighed. 
"My name is Sarah Jane Smith. What's your name?"
"Emma. I don't know what my last name is."
"Well, Emma, I'll try and help you find your family." Sarah Jane smiled. "I just need to get you checked over first. Mr Smith?"
"Yes, Sarah Jane?" A male voice asked, coming from the chimney, and I jumped back, alarmed. 
"I need you." In a burst of hydraulics, a computer opened. I just stared. 

"What's going on?" I whispered. 
"It's alright, Emma. Mr Smith won't hurt you."
"What's going on?" A male voice asked. I turned to find a dark haired teenager, who looked rather confused. 
"Oh, Emma, this is Luke, my adopted son." I just smiled, politely. I was never very good at small talk. I told Sarah Jane this. 
"But if you're not good at small talk, then you must know who you are!" Sarah Jane exclaimed. She turned back to Mr Smith. "Emma turned up on my doorstep last night, and has forgotten everything. I need you to scan her to see if she's all right. Don't worry, it won't hurt." Mr Smith scanned me, and said that he could not access what I was, nor how dangerous I was because there was a block on my mind, which he could not release. However, I will slowly begin to remember, and I should remember everything by the end of November. At least that was something. 

It was August now, so it would be around three months. Sarah Jane asked me what I knew about aliens. I told her what I remembered, like the Slitheen, the Bane and the Vishclar. I also remembered something from my past. 

"Emma, you've got to go." A woman whispered. "You have to be strong. Be strong for me, please. I'll find you as soon as possible, once you've been to see the Shopkeeper with Sarah Jane Smith. I'll find you soon after that. Please, Emma, be strong for me."
"I love you, Mum." I cried. 
"I love you too, Emma. But please, Emma, the Shopkeeper will take you to Sarah Jane. She'll look after you until I'm ready to find you again."
"But you've been in prison for  over 17,000 years!" I cried. "Would you be able to find me again?"
"This," Mum said, pulling out a necklace, "is a bio-damper. It will screen who you really are from Mr Smith until around November 2010. Keep it on you at all times."
"I will, Mum." Mum hugged me and the Shopkeeper took my hand and lead me away. 

I gasped as I came back to reality. Luke asked what happened, and I didn't tell them. I didn't want to give myself away, so I pretended to act dumb and not remember what I saw. Sarah Jane led me downstairs and opened a door, saying that it would be my room and they would take me shopping with Clyde and Rani, their friends, later that day. I sat down on the bed, and brought out my necklace. I slowly opened it to reveal a photograph of my mother. I smiled, sadly. I didn't even know who I was, so how could I remember her name? 

Sarah Jane called me down and introduced me to Clyde Langer and Rani Chandra. I smiled, politely. We went into town to find some clothes for me to wear, and that went well. Sarah Jane could tell that something was troubling me, and it came out when we got home. She said she had no idea how my mother could have known that. I sighed, and suddenly thought of Mr Smith. "Would he know who she is?"
"He can't even identify who or what you are, Emma, so how could he know her?" That was a good point. 

That night, I tried to sleep. Luke's results were coming out the next day, and I hoped he got into Oxford. Almost at once, he seemed like a brother. I smiled as I thought of him. 

Mum sighed as she opened her trophy cabinet. "Emma, come and look." I walked over to have a look. There were certificates from my childhood. I smiled as I remembered how I won the young writers' competition. Mum smiled at me. "This, Emma, is going to be our future." I then noticed something new.  
"Mum, what is that?" it looked like a miniature Nissan Figaro. Mum looked confused.
"How did that get there?" She mumbled. 

I  sat up, gasping for breath. What did I just see? I then thought of Sarah Jane's car. The car from my dream looked exactly like hers!