Something thick and warm and metallic slid down my throat. "I hope we're not too late," a voice said worriedly.
"We aren't, but we have to hurry, the first responders will be here soon," another voice said.
I came back to reality.
"Janet, JANET!" someone was calling as I was shaken from the past.
"I know the meaning of the word we now," I said.
"What happened?" Father asked. I was surprised to hear that his voice was much deeper than anyone's I'd heard except for the two in the memory.
"A memory of after the ex...ex...UH! How do you say that word?!"
"Explosion?" he offered.
"Ya, that," I said.
"What did you remember?" he asked. I shook my head. For some reason I knew I could never tell these people what I had remembered. I looked up and saw two people at the door of my room. I looked at them and smiled. These were the people that belonged to the voices in my memory.
"I have to go with them," I announced to the room. There was much protesting, but I simply got up and walked to them. I heard the doctor gasp something like 'That shouldn't be possible, after over a year in a coma she should have to learn to walk all over again, not just stand up and do it!' I didn't care. I walked into the open arms of one of the people, he picked me up and carried me away. The one who wasn't carrying me said, "Welcome back Sister."
