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[A little surprised by the blood on her shirt, but genuinely concerned.]

Are you okay? Your shirt's all...

(Looks up at the girl with tears in her eyes.) I.. I don't know. I can't remember what hap.. happened.

Okay, well, it couldn't have been good, whatever it was. Are you hurt?

[Lily's not sure which is worse. If the blood is the hers, or someone else's.]

(Sam felt her chest where the blood was. She wasn't in pain. She couldn't find a wound either.) No, I'm fine? I'm not hurt.

There was a knife. (She looked down at her chest.)

[Her eyes widen.]

That's good. That you're not hurt. Okay. So a knife. [She caught the glance to her chest.] Was it...did you...did something bad happen to you?

[Lily wants to believe the best in people, she really does, and right now, she's thinking that this girl's not some kind of killer, but someone who seriously needs some help.]

I was on my own home and then.... I don't remember. (Her whole body was shaking. How could that be?) It was in my chest. The knife was in my chest.

[Oh fuck. That's serious. Whatever it means. Lily puts an arm around her, trying to comfort her.]

I'm going to try and help you, okay? Just...take a deep breath and try to calm down.

[She's pretty sure that's going to be impossible, but it seems like the right thing to say.]

(She lightly jumps as the other woman puts her arm around her. She nodded as she took a deep breath. Trying to stop herself from shaking so much.)

Why can't I remember? (She was mostly asking herself.

[She withdraws her arm once she feels her jump. Lily starts talking to fast and too much. She is in over her head, but isn't giving up until she figures out how much trouble the other woman's in and if she actually can help her.]

I don't know. But it's okay. I mean, I think I read somewhere that people couldn't remember traumatic things that happened to them for a while. So this is normal. But, okay. Can you remember other stuff? Like what's your name? Mine's Lily.

(Most of what Lily said went right over Sam's head. She was a bit panicky and not paying attention.) It's Sam.

Hi Sam. So, is there any reason someone would want to...stab you in the chest? [Lily winces a little, feeling slightly tactless.] Or, I mean, hurt you or something?

Nothing I can think of. (She tries to think of something.) I broke up with my boyfriend. We're going to different schools in the fall. I didn't want the long distance thing. He wouldn't this.

So, not him then.

[Lily pauses. They probably need to get out of there. If someone stabbed Sam in the chest and she magically recovered, chances are someone noticed. And they'll be looking for her.]

Do you remember where...any of this happened? Because if it's nearby, we should probably move.

No, not him. (There wasn't a doubt in her mind. He wouldn't do something like this.)

I don't. It wasn't here. I was in... it was like a church or something. There were candles and clothes all over the room. I didn't want to be there anymore and suddenly I was here. Like I teleported. (She most sound insane. She was starting to think she'd gone insane.)

[Lily's no stranger to weird stuff and faulty memories. She wonders what really happened to Sam and has a distinct feeling that it was really, really bad, whatever it was.]

Well, good. You're somewhere away from them, at least. Did you get a look at who did it to you, like, at all?

(She looked down at the ground.) I don't remember.

Okay.

[Lily doesn't really know what else to say, but she can't leave Sam. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she did.]

Um, you want food or coffee? I'll buy. But sometimes, it's easier to face stuff like this if you aren't...starving or tired.