I am burned clean. I dream for a while. The sand is cold. I sit up and look around. Nothing looks familiar.
Nothing feels familiar, either.
For a long, long moment, I sit and listen to the surf crashing, and realize that I can recall nothing at all. Fear rises up, threatening to overtake me. I'm talking to myself, and I don't even know who I am. A man's soft voice sounds behind me. I thought I would find you here.