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Her senses shifted like an ever-turning and tipping kaleidoscope.  Wind lashed out at her arms and legs making her movements that more unsteady.  Her body drained of energy, her mind lacking any kind of discerning awareness of self.

Urgency asserted itself her only friend.  Uniting with her a need to accomplish an unknown task set before her.

She glanced around herself at her newfound surroundings.  The sky was dark but the street was busy and aglow with multiple shop signs, advertisements, and a huge video screen.  Her mind quickly reverted to a thought of New York, but without her memory she had no clue why.

A breeze picked up again and while it was gentle in her disoriented state it knocked her off kilter.  She stumbled into the stranger beside her who glanced at her with friendly eyes.  He picked up a wadded piece of paper from the ground and handed it back to her.  "Are you looking for Zephyr, too?"

She couldn't catch her breath.  She was terrified, not of the stranger in front of her, but of the unknown surroundings that engulfed her.  Could she trust this stranger?  Was he in the same predicament, or at the very least on the same quest as she was?

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you, I just noticed the piece of paper when I picked it up."  He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a similar piece of paper with a stylized penmanship she didn't understand.  It must have been a different language but if that were the case it could have said almost anything.  He could have been lying and deterring her from her quest.  Unfortunately though she had to admit to herself that she did not know what the quest was exactly.


"I'm not sure what Zephyr is in this case," he said in an obvious attempt to reroute the conversation.  "But, I know a couple things about the word.  I know it could be referring to a fine fabric, which I doubt.  It could mean a gentle breeze or wind, but it could be going a step further and be referring to the Greek God Zephyrus god of the gentle west wind."

She cleared her throat, testing her voice for the first time since she regained awareness.  "How do you know so much?"

"I don't," he stated.  "I had a couple of weeks to research before the 'gate' opened up to me."

"Didn't you?" He looked at her with an expression that was strained with concern and comprehension.

Could she tell him that her whole awareness of self was missing?  Were they on the same quest?  A gentle wind lapped at her ankles.  She felt as if it might just be nudging her to follow the direction in which it wanted her to go.