IXThe heat of the flames from a small campfire stirred Maggie from her sleep. She opened her eyes wide in amazement and confusion as she fought that initial amnesiac onset of where was she and how did she get here? Trying to sit up quickly brought a light-headed feeling, so she eased slowly to a sitting position against a stone wall. She discovered she was lying on an old blanket spread underneath her over a dirt floor. Something with a vinyl feel, stuffed with leaves and grass served as pillow for her head. Whatever it was had seen better days. There was an image imprinted on the ragged material but she couldn't make it out. It contained faded colors, like red and blue. Putting a hand to her head she felt a soft cloth wrapped around it. Her head ached to the touch and she realized the ban
