My heart rose to the sound of the noisy room. The everlasting sound of quietness is soon overpowered by the noise of beeping machines and white walls. “Ma’am, do you know where you are?” I stared blankly, trying to gain whatever recollection of myself I had. “Ma’am, you need to come with us.” My ribs tighten, and I feel the blood in my veins burn. “Where am I?” The fear runs its course through my blood. A man in a black coat enters. “Sir, they’re here.” The fear rushes back, “My kids, I- I remember driving them to- um to-” “It’s okay, ma’am. Take your time.” “Why can’t I remember? Um- I was driving them to school.” I look at my hands covered in blood. My heart races once again. “Do you know where my children are?” The men in the room look at each other. “Ma’am, do you know what day it is?” “Yes, It’s Sunday, December 12, 1984.” “Ma’am, why don’t you come with us?” I stand up and walk out the door. I enter a hallway when the men suddenly disappear. I look down and my body is cleansed of every speck of blood. A woman emerges through a door, “Hi, Susan, it’s time for your medicine.” Confused, I oblige, and as I walk with the woman, she passes me a newspaper. It reads “March 17, 2007.” Before I can react, a pill is shoved down my throat. My head sways, and the thoughts running through my head turn into silence.

I wake up confused and hazy. My eyes try to adjust to the brightness of the room. What was once quietness is now filled with the sound of a man’s voice, “Ma’am, do you know where you are?”