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No... this is not working!

Pushing the blanket off her body, Nisa tried to get up; moving carefully as not to awaken Sarah who was sleeping next to her in that same bed that was also a king size. She was trying so hard to get some sleep after a bit of talking with Sarah, but it had not worked since she began trying almost three hours ago. All kinds of strange thoughts came clouding her mind; she was not even sure what they were, some of them seemed so vague.

At the same time, she was trying all she could to remember just the simplest detail of what seemed to be lost from her present memories - somehow, about the only part that was missing - all concerned with someone referred to as Joey. It was probably even more than that that she had no memories of anymore, only that she had not known about it yet.

"That name seems to mean something, but frankly speaking, I have nothing I could recall concerning him," Nisa was explaining to Sarah earlier.

"Seriously? You don't remember him at all?"

Nisa, shaking her head, felt so depressed somehow. Something inside wanted to come out so bad, yet, she did not even know what it was. It seemed so important.

"I..." Nisa was feeling empty, at her very worst. "It seems very crucial, Sarah. You all are good within my memories but I don't remember this Joey at all... what is this, Sarah? Why...?"

She could not help it; she began crying. Sarah, seemingly speechless, felt very bad for her. Giving her a good hug, she said, "Take some more rest. This probably has something to do with last night's accident. I know what I can do for you later on. We'll discuss it again later, okay? I promise, soon enough, I will try my best to help."

Sarah, a girl with family problems, regarding her family history. Also a girl with great warmth when dealt with, although at some point she could get over her head with things she found to be dissatisfied with which could get quite annoying - consider the situation between her and Pen. Still, in the worst situations, she always found a way to give comfort to the people around her and try to lend a helping hand if she could help solve the problem. Growing up in such a family, money never seemed to be a problem, though. Her mother became a successful businesswoman despite all the problems that happened in the family in the past, not failing to take care of the children and giving all her love to them even without anyone else's help. The children were educated well and able to live well without a father. Only, true problems always seemed to have risen everytime the topic regarding their father came up, in which the children found it to be devastating to deal with - an ignorant, violent, alcoholic father.

So there she was, in a considerably big and beautiful apartment that was quite costly to pay for every month, but never seemed to be a problem for Sarah for all the while she had lived there. She would have lived along with her if she had not agreed to share the same rented house with the other girls before she knew Sarah would be living there.

Regardless of all the good, comfy conditions, she failed to go back to sleep. In fact, she felt like going out for a moment, as if feeling the need to go somewhere specific although she had no idea where or why or how to get there.

Life really feels far from complete now.

Groggily trying to stand up on her feet, she tried to walk steadily toward the bedroom door. Just as she was going to open up the doorknob, she saw something on the small table next to the door, with its lights blinking clearly. It was Sarah's Garmin GPS phone, having its screen targeted on some kind of a map within Sussex.

In the midst of her confusion, she found the phone to be quite a tool, of which she would always find to be "cool" - as she would say so. Curiosity over such gadgets that she probably would never afford to own would always be quite overwhelming for her to supposedly take a short look at.

She had a feeling as well that it would lead her somewhere to lessen her burden of confusion.

Me never a tech kind of person.

Pressing some bit of buttons...

A new area appeared on the map. Although it seemed quite random and not a place she had been to before, there was some attraction to one place in the area on the map; an instinctive feeling telling her to go there. She decided that she would go, pretty much knowing her way to the place.

Am I kidding myself? Why this place, out of all other places in this town?

It was not so clear. But she took her headscarf and dressed up quite casually, knowing that she would definitely go on with the idea.

Remembering her things to bring this time, she took her small purse and her cell phone, fitting them into her jeans.

It was already about 8 a.m.. Supposedly there was no sign of unfortunate events by going on with the unplanned decision, only the bright sunlight coming in through the windows.

Off I go then. See you, Sarah.