Gangle crumpled up the half-finished sketch of the human woman she’d drawn, chucking it into an overflowing waste paper basket. She began rapidly drawing another woman, then tore that one up too.

“Why…why can’t I remember?”

She weakly said, trying to get what details she could from her foggy mind. It seemed like she only knew what the woman didn’t look like.

“Why can’t I remember what…what I looked like?”