The woman frowned at my words, causing the same reaction from me.

She sighed and scanned the surroundings. "Come with me. Let me help you."

"You are quite an agreeable being." I said as I followed her through the rectangle and up a stepping way.

We entered through another rectangle, followed by a lovely scent of lavender that greeted my nose, though I found no source of the plant as I searched the white, grey, and black surroundings. A table directly near the door where I remained positioned obtained a black object much alike the one I whacked from the other beings hand.

"What are these strange objects?" I questioned, finding it strange that it was so frequent with the encounters I already had.

"Put that down!" She hastily exclaimed.

I gently placed the object down. The woman quickly snatched it from its place and took it out of sight.

When she returned, she shook her head, the curls bouncing against her beautiful face.

"You must not be from around here that's for sure."

She approached me and placed a hand upon my back and pushed me forwards, shutting the rectangle.

"I am not." I replied, stepping further into the area.

"So, what happened?" She questioned as she walked to the area where strips of rectangles lined the wall.

She opened one of the higher rectangle strips and pulled out a box. She grabbed my uninjured arm and guided me to an L shaped object. Upon her sitting and pulling me to sit next to her, I was surprised to find it so soft and bouncy. The woman wiped away the blood on my arm with a damp cloth before she addressed my wound, leaving a sting as she dabbed it with a white ball soaked in a liquid. She then placed very sticky strips that amazingly pulled my skin together, then wrapped my arm in strips of cloth, covering the wound.

"There." She stated once she put the box back into the rectangle it was in. "No medical bills, because here, that's how we live."

I frowned, not understanding the words she spoke of.

"I know, bizarre, isn't it?" She sat beside me, softening her tone. "Did you escape from someone?"

"I did. Though, I find it so peculiar." I paused gazing ahead.

"What is peculiar?" She frowned.

"I do not know." I focused upon my feet frowning at them before I abruptly stood. "I must find myself water, it is needed."

The woman stood and retrieved a glass with water, handing it to me as we sat down once again.

The woman intently gazed at me. She spoke softly, her tone sympathetic. "You have not said much. I will either take it that you are a threat, and I will have to ask you to leave, or you have run from something dangerous."

"Please, do not ask me to leave." I begged. "You have been so kind to me. I find myself in a very unusual circumstance. I cannot remember anything and seem to be lost in the knowledge of my life and life at large."

The woman paused. "You have an unrecognizable accent, and you speak so differently; I cannot pinpoint where you are from. You might do better to remember this afternoon though. Do you have anything on you, like a phone, wallet?"

I frowned. "I cannot fathom what you speak of."

The woman's eyebrows raised into her hairline. "Are you drunk or something?"

"I do not understand."

"Is there alcohol in your system? Cause you're speaking really weirdly right now."

I frowned. "There is no alcohol in my system, no."

The woman abruptly stood and plucked the small black object from a cube where a rectangular box slid out.

She aimed it towards me, her eyes wide. "I have no idea who you are or what you are doing, but I must ask you to leave, or I will use this gun."

"Oh, so it is a gun that you hold?"

"Leave my apartment now!" She said, her voice strong and stern.

I pleaded. "But I have nowhere to go. I do not even know where I am. At least inform me of this place."

She hesitated. "Manhattan. New York. Now leave!"

I nodded. "Fascinating."

I remained seated, unwilling to move in such uncertain circumstances. If the only information I knew of was the place in which I was, then how was I to do anything but sit in one place with the only person I was kindly acquainted with, who moments ago was gracious to me.

My eyes fixed upon the grey square in front of me where a glass cylinder held flowers in water.

"They are beautiful." I stated, suddenly bursting through the silence. I then gazed up at the woman who was unmoved in her stance. My voice was soft and calm. "Just as you are. Bright, perfect in its form, and delicate."

The woman kept still and jerked her head to the door as she spoke in a stern tone. "The door is over there. Now, please leave before I call the authorities, or use this, which I don't want to do."

I slowly stood, seeing I was frightening the dear woman and exited the room. The rectangle slammed shut as I turned to close it. I stood staring at the wooden rectangle, stunned at the reactions directed towards me.

Stepping to the side of the door, I turned and leant my back against the wall, gazing down the strip of walls where more wooden rectangles were. I slid down, unsure of what to do.

It was a while later until I heard a click next to me. I whipped my head to where the woman who helped me exited the rectangle.

She frowned and gazed about her. "You're still around?"

I stood from my place. "As I previously informed you, I am unable to be elsewhere."

The woman pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled, exasperated. Pulling out a rectangular object the size of her hand from her bag, she held it out.

"Call someone. Your ex-boyfriend, mother, pub buddy, friend, I don't care. Just please leave me be." Her muscles where tense and her words dripped with frustration.

I grabbed the rectangular object from her hands and observed its reflective surface, turning it over to find small circles at the top left. I bounced my hand, feeling the heavy weight of something so small.

"What is wrong with you?" She snatched back the object and tapped her fingers on the reflective surface, though blocked from view, I could not see what was occurring. "Got any number you can think of from the top of your head?"

"Uh, no."

The woman tapped her fingers again before bringing the object to an ear. I examined, transfixed when she spoke into it. Was it magic that allowed her to speak to something with the request of her fingertips?

"Yeah, hey." She turned around and walked away from me, lowering her voice. "I've got this weirdo who showed up at my apartment; arm covered in blood, somehow wounded by someone or something. I helped them and now they won't leave. It's like they are drunk or something, cause they claim not to remember anything. They act like they've never seen anything before." There was a pause before she continued. "It's a woman, I think. Strange one at that. She speaks funny and has a weird accent. She's also oddly perfect and is wearing strange clothing." Pause. "Her face is out of this world gorgeous, and her skin and hair are like golden and all." She ran a hand through her hair when there was another pause. "I do not plan on spending my afternoon with some stranger of the weirdest kind." Her hand rested upon her hip. "Well, why don't you come over and do it yourself if you think it's not that bad?" She scoffed a moment later. "You're going to pay for this." She looked at her object before turning around and dropping it back in her bag.

She gazed up at me. "I need to go shopping, and I want you to come along. Though," she scrutinised my clothing. "Let me give you some clothes to change into."

The woman led me back inside her room and handed me a pile of cloth after disappearing for a little.

I began to unravel the sash at my waist.

"Woah! Wait!" The woman exclaimed as she held her hands up. "I'll guide you to the bathroom to do that."

I followed her as she did so and changed into the tight fitting clothes that felt uncomfortable against my body. I emerged from the incredibly white bathroom and placed my neatly bundled cloth upon the soft and bouncy seating.

I gazed at the woman nearby, seeing her staring with shock and worry at the small rectangle in her hands.

"Are you well?" I asked.

She shook her head and avoided my gaze. "Yeah. I'm good. Let's go."

She then led me out of the building and behind it, where an area of objects on four circles sat, lined perfectly between white lines. I was fascinated by the formality of these objects. What was their significance?

The woman stopped beside a glossy red object. Closer now, I examined the glass that showed there were seats on the inside. The woman opened the object with a strangely shaped square.

She craned her neck to look at me. "You going to hop in?"

I stood in my place, unsure how she managed to open the object. I examined the in front of me, pressing against it in every place. The woman appeared at my side before gripping the notch in the object, pulling it, and opening the shape. I raised my eyebrows at what I witnessed. There was nothing complicated about it. I sat upon the seat at the back, the woman reaching over me to click in a strap that went over my body. I ran my thumb underneath it, perplexed as to why it was there.

Once the woman sat in her seat in front of me, she answered my unsaid question. "That's a seatbelt. It keeps you safe, so never undo it when I'm driving."

I leaned forward so I was closer and able to see her. "Fascinating." I frowned. "It has come to my consciousness that we have not introduced each other."

The woman looked at something, following her eyes, I saw a reflection of her, eyes observing me, in a small rectangle hanging from the roof of the object. I reached out to touch the reflection before looking back and forth to it then her.

"I am experiencing the most fascinating of things." I stated, investigating the very black and smooth surroundings. I ran my hand over the surface I sat upon, smooth yet rough caused by its dryness.

I returned my gaze to the reflection of the woman, conflict, concern, and compassionate evident in her dark eyes.

She broke our stare and sighed, looking through the glass in the front of the object. "Do you know what this is called?" She said, gesturing to the area around us.

I shook my head. "Most certainly, I do not."

"What about this?" She gestured to the rectangle that reflected her troubled eyes.

"I believe it is a reflection." I answered most truthfully.

The woman stared down at the strange circle in front of her. She ran a finger over her lips, her eyes distant.

"How did you lose your memory?" She said suddenly.

I frowned, unclear whether I had an answer. "I do not believe that I have an answer to that question."

The woman shook her head. "Yeah, that's probably a silly question. Umm, what is the last thing you remember?"

"Well, I remember nothing at all. Not from what was before I ran away."

She chuckled. "I guess you are in quite the predicament."

She turned around and held out her hand. "I'm Shelly."

I stared at her hand and held mine out in the same way. She grabbed it then shook our hands.

"I'm... Well, I do not know of my name."

"It's alright." Shelly shook her head and turned to face the front, the object beginning to rumble and vibrate a moment later. I looked about, astounded by what I was feeling.

Shelly giggled. "It's just the car. Oh, and also," she pointed to the reflection, "this is a mirror. It helps me see out of the back."

I turned around, noticing the glass at the back of the car. I then examined the glass beside me, opposite me, then the one at the front.

"Why do you need these?" I asked, pointing to the glass beside me.

"We need windows so we can see what's around us, otherwise we are driving blind."

I nodded. "I must ask, what are cars used for?"

"Travelling from one place to another. It's our transport."

I frowned. "I saw a being seated and travel on a thin object with circles, is that also your transport? Do beings walk much, as I've seen some do?"

"Definitely. And that object you described, is, I'm guessing, a bike, and yes, we humans, people, beings, whatever you want to call us, do use that also. On top of that, there are buses, trains, planes, trams, boats, motorbikes, trucks. There's a lot."

"Most definitely! How fascinating this is!"

Shelly moved the car backwards, and on the way to her destination, I threw questions at her left, right, and centre, discovering the amazing sights of New York.

"Sensational! That's a beautiful place of greenery." I stated, watching the long strip of trees and shrubs go by.

"That's Central Park. A very big park. Quite beautiful too. You should go there one day."

We stopped in front of a grand building with a section of white and pillars, a staircase leading to it, surrounded then by earthy colours that seemed incredibly common amongst most buildings.

Shelly stepped out and opened the object for me.

"I thank you greatly." I observed the building from over the car. "What place must this be? It is grand."

"It is the Museum of the City of New York. Where you came from."

I whipped my head towards her. "What is the meaning of this?"

Shelly pressed her lips together. "You will see."

I looked down the line of cars that were still, noticing multiple of the same with white, black, and blue. Upon following Shelly up the stairs and to the flat area where beings in black formal attire stood with those same blue and thick vested beings.

I cocked my head. "Shelly?" I pleaded. "They seem cruel. There is a strong aura about them. I urge you do not depart from me."

Shelly painfully smiled. "I'm sorry, but I must leave you in the hands of the authorities."

She thrust her hand in the bag hanging from her shoulder. "You might want these back." She said, handing me my clothes.

I took them from her, immediately spinning on her heels and leaving me alone the moment they lifted from her hand. I gazed down at the cloth I held.

I looked up and called out to Shelly. "I hope to see you again!" She glanced up at me before entering her car and disappearing from my view.

"Ma'am" a soft voice came from behind me.

I turned to see a being of pale skin and short dark hair. He wore navy and sky blue attire.

"I must ask you to follow me. You will be taken in the hands of S.H.E.I.L.D. very safe and good hands."

I looked down at the cloth in my hands again and over my shoulder to where Shelly's car was.

Facing the being I nodded. He led me to a glossy black car and opened it for me, to which I sat down in the opposite side I had to Shelly's car. I laid my head upon the back, feeling betrayed by Shelly's actions, though I was barely acquainted with her. She had been so gracious and offered me assistance, but it was clear her intentions changed when we were in her car. I immediately remembered about the seat belt and spun in my seat to find the strap. I fumbled once I found it beside me and remembering what Shelly had done, I clicked it into the strange contraption.

The being climbed into the seat where Shelly had been. He spun in his seat and gazed at me with a subtly joyous smile.

"I am Agent Phil Coulson of SHIELD."

I squinted, perplexed. "Whatever do you mean by SHIELD?"

The Agent faced the front of the car and started it. "You will see."