My first memory is so dim, it's probably just a dream.

A man, carrying me close to his chest. There is a light illuminating us, but outside our orb are dark voices, whispering temptations.

"No." The man stops, turning his head. "I saved her."

Then, the lighten brightens and takes us away.

To somewhere bright and warm and quiet. But the man is gone.

Next thing I know, I'm in some cheap hotel room with two new men. The oldest is called Dean, the youngest, Sammy. Wait, no, not Sammy. It's "stop calling me Sammy" Sam.

They say I have amnesia and they were asked to take care of me. Why them? I want to know. There is no one they say. When will my memory come back? It won't Just Sam says. I'll just have to adjust. I don't understand things. Noises scare me in the middle of the night. Dean says they are just things like the heater, the plumbing, and the neighbors. I see the man one night, watching me from the parking lot. I want to go out to him. Dean and Sam stop me.

There is no one, they say.