Newt stood there for a moment, wand still pointed, complete shock apparent on his face. His case was now in front of him, but so was the knocked out body of the woman who had just tried to steal it. He didn't know how to react at first, so he stood there like a statue.

Then his panic set in.

He put his wand back in his trench coat pocket, kneeling down and prying his case away from the woman's hand before examining her. He could tell just by looking her nose had taken a large blow, it looked broken, and blood was starting to come out of it. "That doesn't look good at all..." Newt muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair.

The way he saw it, he had two options. The first one was to take his case and be on his way, leaving this mystery woman in the alleyway knocked out and with a broken nose. I mean, she did try to steal his case. She kind of deserved it. Why should he feel bad for her when she just tried to take his most precious possession?

The other one was to wake her up or wait until she wakes up and apologize for getting her into this mess. While he might be able to use a quick healing spell for her nose, the blows she took to her head probably wouldn't be healed as easy, and he could tell it wasn't going to be good.

He was going to have to pick one of these options, as messy as the situation was.

And he wasn't about to leave some poor woman knocked out in an alleyway in New York where anything could (and probably would) happen.

Newt sighed. This could only happen to me, he thought, shaking his head. How was it he always managed to get himself in trouble? Was he like a magnet to unfortunate events, or did he subconsciously look for these situations?

Well, whatever it was, it needed to stop.

I can't believe I'm helping the woman who tried to rob me, Newt thought, shaking his head. He pulled his wand out of his coat, pointing it at the woman's nose. "Episkey," he whispered, hoping for the best. To be honest, he wasn't exactly the best when it came to healing spells, so he didn't use them too often. Usually medicine and a bandage where good enough for him, but that was usually for a creature bite or other injuries caused by a beast. This wasn't the doings of any beast, this was him being reckless with magic.

Well, kind of. It wasn't his fault she didn't know to dodge.

After sitting there for what must've been at least half an hour, Newt was surprised when he heard a groan coming from the general direction of the woman. As he looked over at her, he leaned over her, examining her face.  Before she even opened her eyes, a hand reached for her head, rubbing it in pain. Then, her eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she did was make eye contact with Newt. Newt couldn't help but stare into her eyes for a moment, caught up in her gaze. Her eye's were slightly glossed over and shining, and they stared at him with confusion. Wow, he thought for a moment. This woman has beautiful eyes.

And then that moment ended, and reality came back into play.

The woman let out a small scream and shoved him off of her, scooting away. Not only her head, but her whole body hurt, as if she was a ball who had just been hit repeatedly against a paddle. While the pain in her head was the worst, it was hard to ignore the pain all over her body, and a strange, dull feeling on her face. She looked at the man who had been hovering over her, her eyes wide. "Who the hell are you and what am I doing here?" she asked in a panicked voice, fear clear in her voice.

Now it was Newt's turn to be confused. He understood her not knowing who he was, but did she really expect him to answer what she was doing there? He didn't really know, he was just chasing her here trying to get his case back. How was he supposed to know what she was doing there?

"I'm Newt Scamander, the man whose case you tried to steal," he told her, still looked at her in a confused manner.

"That's got to be a lie," she shook her head. "I wouldn't steal from anyone. Now who are you really?"

"That's the truth!" he told her defensively, bringing his case closer to her. "I chased you here trying to get my case back. I should be the one asking who you are, considering you're a thief."

"Who am I?" she asked in a dismissive way, as if shrugging off the question like she didn't need to answer it. Then, as she said it aloud, the question sank in, and she whispered it to herself again, this time with a little confusion mixed in. "Who am I...?"

"That's what I'm asking," Newt said, still looking at her. Though his words were short, he wasn't trying to be hostile. Despite the fact she tried to steal from him, he felt bad after his case gave her a serious smack-down.

"Uh..." she stared, trailing off. Her mind was racing and her heart was beating so fast, she thought it might explode out of her chest. The more she thought about the question, the more she was confused. Why couldn't she remember who she was? Even more so, why couldn't she remember stealing this man's case or how she got here?

Why couldn't she remember anything?

"Are you okay?" he asked her in a soothing tone, now slightly worried. He could see the look of fear and panic on her face, and the light sweat already beginning to build on her forehead.

"Of course I'm okay," she snapped at him slightly. She wasn't usually rude, she just couldn't think straight right now. She really couldn't remember anything, and she was desperately grasping and looking for something, anything, even just a first name...

"______," she finally spoke. "I think my name is ______."

"Wait, you think?" Newt asked, the wording throwing him off. "What do you mean you think?"

"I... I..." she trailed off, looking for words. "I can't remember, okay?" she said shortly, standing up. The pain that was already there rushed through her body again suddenly, and she winced, her posture poor as she leaned over, clearly in agony. Newt felt another pinch of guilt, despite it not really being his fault.

"Is there anything else you can remember?" he asked, getting worried. If I'm the reason she can't remember anything...

She put her hand on her forehead, shaking her head. "No, I can't, and my head is killing me. I need to get home."

"Do you remember where you live?"

She thought for a moment, then shook her head again. "I'll find it," she told him. "I'm sure I can. It's only a matter of remembering where to go. Maybe it'll be like muscle memory, and I'll just naturally remember the path."

As she said this, silence hung in the air for a second. Then she let out a large sigh. "That sounded a lot better in my head..." she trailed off.

Newt stared at ______, thinking. Yet again, he was faced with another important decision. Leave her here, he doesn't have to deal with the problem anymore, and he can get back on track to going to Tina's. At the same time though, he'd be abandoning her with no memories in New York alone, and it would be all (or at least mostly) his fault.

That choice didn't sound good at all, and once again, he took the nicer route.

"Maybe it's just temporary," he told her. "But either way, you're hurt and you don't have anywhere to go."

"What are you saying?" she asked, taking her hand off her forehead and looking up at Newt, making eye contact before he glanced away.

"Well," he began. "I'm heading to a friend's house, and this is partly my fault, so maybe I can take you with me until your memories return, or at least your wounds start healing better and you can stand normally."

She stared at him for a moment, her look suggesting that he was out of his mind. Why would she just go along with some random stranger – a foreigner even. He wasn't even from around here. But the way she looked at it... what else was she going to do? Refuse his offer and limp around New York, lost and alone? She didn't even know if what he was telling her was true, about her stealing his case. Why was he helping her, and how did she end up with so many injuries anyways?

Without her memories, none of these questions were going to be answered soon.

She sighed, nodding. "One night," she assured him. "Then I'm going to start out and look for my own house."

"Alright," he told her, then stepped closer. "Do you mind?" he began to ask, and he took her arm and put it around his shoulders, putting an arm around her shoulders. "You looked like you needed some help, hopefully this'll be better than limping around."

Despite what was actually happening, this moment got her surprisingly flustered, and an undetectable blush crept onto her face. She knew he was just helping her walk, but despite knowing that, it still made her a little embarrassed, but in a good way. "I don't mind," she told him, the smallest of smiles on her lips.

"Well then," Newt began, grabbing his case with his free hand. "Let's go."