This had not really been the best week Rinoa had had, exactly.

She had woken up on Saturday with a melodramatic case of amnesia, which she hadn't seemed able to spell. She'd gone looking for clues in the most wrong-headed manner possible. About the only sensible thing she had done was to turn herself into the clinic so someone could check her out ( Read more... )

She was lost. She was LOST! She was lost and could never find her way home. She might already be home! That was the problem with AMNEESHA. You could be home and not even know it. And she, the beautiful and lost unnamed girl who had washed up on the shore this morning, had it. (AMNEISHA, that was ( Read more... )