The woman awoke and saw two unfamiliar men staring down at her. Behind them she could see an unfamiliar ceiling.
“How are you feeling?” the older man asked. He had a close-trimmed grey, beard.
“I’m…” her stomach roiled.
The younger man dashed out of view, so fast his floppy cap fell off. He returned just in time to catch her vomit in a wide-mouthed earn.
“Are you feeling better?” he asked when she’d finished.
“Can you remember anything?” the young man asked.
“I remember…” she trailed off.
“Don’t rush her.” The older man said. “It will take time.”