The second you move, a smooth voice mixed with many accents speaks. "Ah, you're awake." The figure closed her book that she appeared to be writing in. She was very feminine, in a black pencil-skirt business dress and a white lab coat. As your eyes adjusted, you saw an undecorated plethora of concrete walls. No windows, either, simply an outlet nearby, which for some reason, you could tell was made in England. 

"What do you remember?" She asks. 

         you remember some things...

                         the clinking of silverware              people chattering

the rustle of trees           

                                        music so loud you can feel the bass

                    warm hugs                                        laughter

the taste of coffee

                                                           the scraping of chairs

But no faces, no people, no individual voices, no family.