Jane Doe.

The memory is seriously the weirdest thing ever. I mean, I can't remember what happened to me or what my parents were like or who any of my friends are, but I remember that I like the color violet and that I can tap dance. Lord knows why I'd want to tap dance. And I went to the zoo in Boston for my tenth birthday.

I'd seriously like to remember something useful.

Right...so this is going to sound completely ridiculous, but my therapist told me this would be a good idea. And wow, what a way to start it off. Talk about my therapist. My name is Jane. Jane Maxwell. That's what it says on my license anyway. I apparently went to Veritas, and graduated in 2002. I live in Brooklyn and I'm a bank teller...and beyond that, someone else could probably say better than me. See...I was in an accident about a week and a half ago...and I don't remember anything. I don't really mean about the accident either. Anything about myself. At all. I didn't even know my name until they found my license. So, like I was saying, my therapist thought it would be a good idea for me to try to talk to people who might know me, see if they could tell me anything that might spark my memory.

This is probably a stupid idea. But it's worth a try.

( Jane Elisa Victoria Maxwell )