"Hey."
"Can you hear me?"
I sit on the floor, tears falling down my face. That voice, I know it, but from where? I look up to see a friendly face. It was a young lady. With dark brown hair, with lighter brown skin. Her eyes were an ocean blue color. She looked concerned.
"Hello? Can you hear me? Are you there?"
I look at her with confusion. That question. What kind of question is that? Why would that voice ask if I was there? There where? Here? I am here.
"Good. You can hear me. My name is Zara. You created me? Do you remember me?"
Remember? How can I remember someone that I don't know? Have we ever met?
"Yes. We have met. You created