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Eliza took a deep breath. Don’t panic. She felt her hands shaking, suddenly her skin felt clammy.

She tried to swallow, but her mouth was dry. I said don’t panic! She felt dizzy, she needed to find some place to sit down. Eliza lurched to the nearest bench, about 30 feet away.

Eliza breathed slowly, regaining her calm. I’ve clearly lost my memory. Maybe I’ve had a stroke? what else, what else, what else? Alzheimer’s, brainwashing, dementia? Kidnapped by aliens?

“Ma’am, are you alright?” Eliza started. A tall man with dark hair, and a big smile was talking to her. Eliza gulped again, hoping words would come out.

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