It's your neighbor, you're told, you'd hoped it was a family member or something.
She stayed and talked to you for a bit, its clear you weren't that close, but at least you've learned that your name is Amanda and that you live alone, and you're 25.
None of this is remotely familiar, especially the woman part, sadly your neighbor didn't know where you worked, that would've been nice.
You stay in the hospital for a few more days, nearly a week later that you're released, you apparently were hit by a car, and the only major injury was to your head, you get the clothes that you were admitted in, a green knee length skirt and panties, along with a tank top, and girl's flats.
"lucky" you think, not sure if you could figure out how to work a bra, this tank top apparently doesn't require one. you're still not used to having breasts either, but even more put off by whats between your legs, you quickly change, adjusting your top, trying to get it show off less cleavage. you step into the flats lastly using the hair band that's been around your wrist this whole time to tie your long blond hair back into a ponytail. you grab 'your' purse and check out.
You hail a taxi and get driven to the address the doctors, apparently its where you live. You wish something would spark a memory or two, but nothing so far, you know how to do general things, but every memory of your life is gone.
When you arrive, you rummage through your purse for a money for the taxi, then rummage again for your keys.
Finding them you enter your house, exploring it as if you're intruding, you see a few pictures, their mostly of just you, but a few have another girl, one even has a guy, but he seems to just be a friend luckily, you don't think you could cope having a boyfriend all of a sudden too.
But now what, you're home, but thats all, what should you do next