LENA SCHMIDT
Lena heard the voice echoing through her skull, bouncing off every bone, muscle, and nerve in the most irritating way.
“Fräulein Schmidt? Can you hear me, Fräulein Schmidt?”
A terrible odor burned her nostrils. She fought to escape the ammonia smell and imagined herself running away from it. When she finally awoke and opened her eyes, she realized somebody held smelling salts under her nose.
“Stop.” Lena pushed away the hand that held the salts. She thrashed her head side to side to avoid the penetrating fumes. Finally, she sat up, blinking. The elderly man in front of her was a stranger.
“Where am I? Who are you?”
“Ah, Fräulein.” The old man spoke German with a French accent. “You are finally awake. I am Dr. Durand. It’s good to have you with us again. The German Lieute
