She had been in a horrible accident, almost every bone in her body broken from the cars striking her. She was told it had taken a year to put her back together, to heal. As her body healed she had been in a deep coma. It was miraculous she had awoken, but she woke with no memories from her life before the accident. No memory of who she was or where she came from; just a lost year. No one had stepped forward looking for her. No family. Not one friend. Not even an employer. The police thought her a prostitute. That is what the driver's license she carried said. The large sum of money found on her furthered the image that she was from the wrong side of the law. But it just felt . . . wrong. She didn't even know how to drive. How could she have a license? Who was she? Did she belong anywhere... nowhere?Hypnosis seemed a viable option to loosen her secrets. But no one was prepared for what it evoked. She remembered her accident . . . the stark cold from the iceberg. It made no sense. Her accident was on a hot clammy day. She cried out as she could hear people screaming that they needed help. The Titanic was . . . sinking!She thrashed about. She needed to wake up now! She did not want to live that again.