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Aggie didn't remember much of anything except being at a fairly normal school, and she certainly did not remember anyone ever trying to take out her guts and selling them on the black market.

Which was good, because that hadn't actually happened. According to the nurses who regularly came by to check on her and the others, she wasn't actually missing any organs, and she hadn't heard about any of the others missing anything, either. It was odd ("miraculous!" according to the doctors and the media), but Aggie wasn't the sort of person who questioned authorities. Actually, she was the sort to nod along with eyes the size of saucer-pans and then go on her merry way. If they said it was organ trafficking, organ trafficking it was.

And to be honest, that wasn't exactly her biggest concern at the moment. Waking up in the hospital had been a confusing experience in every possible way, but it hadn't been as confusing as being told that she'd been proclaimed dead over a year ago. Come to think of it, she couldn't actually remember having been in contact with her parents or anyone else she'd known before coming to Barren Pines while she was staying there. A whole year of her life, gone, something that she'd never get back.

And something that her parents wouldn't, either. They'd come to visit her after she woke up and had gotten identified, but only once. The whole reunion had been awkward and confusing and weird and not at all like the tearful reunions she'd heard that some of her ward-mates had gotten. Well, there had been tears, but as far as she could tell they weren't very joyful.

It wasn't that Dagmar's parents didn't love her because they did, really, she had been the pearl of their eye, the light of their life. But that was just the thing.. she had been. To them, she'd been dead, gone, and they'd slowly moved on, gotten used to a life without their teenage daughter in it. And now.. now what? No-one knew what to do or what to say, and her mom hadn't even hugged her, too afraid that it'd turn out to be another lie if she did.
Everyone was too confused. Her dad had spouted something about 'adjusting', 'needing a bit of time' and had spent a long time holding a small speech about how it wasn't because they didn't love her, sometimes things were just a bit complicated. Her mother had burst into tears halfway through and had to leave the room, and that had been the last thing Aggie had seen of her parents during her hospital stay. They'd called at least once every day since, but the calls had been filled with awkward silences and sudden tearing up, and in some ways she was beginning to actually feel bad for being alive, which was right-down stupid as the therapist the hospital had assigned said. (In more words and nicer sounding, but the meaning was the same.)

Adjustment was the key word and the staff had assured her that her parents had been assigned a psychologist to help them through their re-opened wounds and advise them on how to approach the whole situation, and that they were just in shock, it'd pass so don't worry they're still your parents and they do love you they're just a bit confused.

It was a bit disheartening, with the way she'd seen the other kids get greeted by their parents, but eventually her parents would get over it and be the way they used to be. She could live with that. Had to, really, and rather late than never, right? It didn't help that the few sort-of-friends she'd had at the school she'd gone to before this whole thing started hadn't visited her either (though perhaps not as surprising, considering they'd more been people she sat with at lunch than actual friends).
And while the doctors had told her that several of the other patients had remembered both the school and the people in it just fine, up to a certain point where they all seemed to blank out, Aggie couldn't. It was baffling, but the doctors contributed to the extra time she'd spent unconscious compared to her fellow, former students. It'd only been a few days, but apparently it was enough to make the people she'd met while at the school little more than fuzzy outlines and odd, misplaced feelings. The doctors had assured her that it'd (probably) work itself out eventually, and if not there were all sorts of therapy that was almost guaranteed to work!

Still, it was the sort of thing that hung heavily on a young girl's shoulders, and Aggie had resorted to mapping out the ward to, well, ward off her confusing emotions, memories and not to mention the dreadful boredom. She'd turned her puppy eyes on one of the nurses and had gotten some of that lovely paper with little quadrants on it to make a homemade map of the place. (The measuring tape had been harder to get, but she'd managed somehow in the way that all desperate people seemed to do.)

Which was why she was currently sneaking about the rooms, attempting to be somewhat stealthy and still get a good grip of her surroundings at the same time. It wasn't a complete success.

"Oh! Um, I'm so sorry for barging in like, haha, you don't mind, do you?" She'd thought the room had been empty, but apparently not. A pretty girl with fantastic ringlets was sitting on the bed, looking very contemplative and a small bell went off somewhere in Aggie's mind, insisting that this was someone she knew. It was a very small bell though, and it easily got lost in the hubbub and chaos of the rest of her mind. "Would you mind terribly if I just measured the distance between the door and the window? It'll only take a moment! Or, uhm, if you're going out sometime I could come back later? Or just stay away if it's a nuisance I guess, I'm really sorry if it is!"

Desperate times, desperate pleading.

"Uh well, that is.." Aggie blushed, embarrassed by a question that she should probably have seen coming, "I'm sort of bored. Like, really bored. It's not that the nurses aren't nice and stuff, but, you know.." She shrugged helplessly.

"You're another Barren Pines kid, right?" Curiosity won over politeness, in this case. She'd heard the aforementioned nurses saying that the whole floor had been reserved for the survivors, but she hadn't actually met any of the others yet. Well, as far as she knew. There was a certain familiarity around this girl, though - and Aggie wasn't the sort to claim to know a girl from somewhere just because she was pretty. Maybe they'd known each other at the school-slash-organ-trafficking-cover-up, um, thinger? The possibility was both frightening (what if the other girl was someone horribly mean) and thrilling (there was just something so innately nice about the brunette).

"Ugh, I know." Aggie hadn't actually gotten a journal like the other girl, but she was always willing to sympathize with someone. If it got her plus points, at least.

"W-wow yeah, how did you know?" She blinked, a bit stumped. The nurse hadn't gotten it at all, but this girl just seemed to know. "Are you like.. psychic or something? That's, um. Um?"

The older, slightly creeped out girl edged back, just as a precaution. But then again, if the pretty girl was psychic, she hadn't needed to be close to her target when she read Aggie's intentions last time...

Blinking again, Aggie couldn't help the awful giggle that escaped her. It was nearly as awful as the joke, but not nearly as awful as the other girl being psychic would have been (not that Aggie had anything in particular to hide, it was just the concept of the whole thing that was sort of freaky; her head was only meant to be for her, after all!).

"I don't think this place's invested in new carpets in the last fifty years or so." She cracked a tentative smile - some things never changed, after all, and if there was one person you could count on to enjoy your horrible jokes, Aggie was it.

"I'm Aggie! Or well, Dagmar, but Aggie sounds so much better, doesn't it? Plus it's loads easier to pronounce." At least that was the case for most people in Destiny City. "We had a uniform?" If there was one thing she'd gotten down to a T, it was looking boggled. That was another thing that had escaped her memories; a rather vital one, too! "What sort? Was it pretty?"

She'd always had a (very) secret daydream about wearing one of those fantastically cute schoolgirl uniforms and wowing everyone.

"I don't.. really remember that much, I guess. Just a school." Aggie shrugged, "Don't really want to - the whole thing sounds horrible."

"Tartan?" That was not the sort of thing Aggie imagined organ smugglers would dress their victims in. It seemed sort of.. silly. Really, tartan? Still, she could sort of see it, and the image her mind procured from the lost vestiges of her memory wasn't any better than what she'd initially imagined.

"I don't.. well, no, I do, but.. I mean, w-what if I didn't have any friends?" She looked terrified at the possibility and it never even occured to her that, maybe, she could ask Imo if she knew anything about Aggie's social circles. It was just such a lonely thought, all alone in a strange school that'd been used as a nefarious cover-up, and what if it'd actually been reality? What if she really had been all alone and miserable?

She snickered delightedly, already having more fun now than she'd had in her entire hospital stay. This new girl.. she was so friendly! Boredom had made Aggie brave, but certain personality traits couldn't stay down and some part of her had been very afraid that Imogen would get mad and want her to leave.

This didn't seem to be the case. "But you c-could be lying." She looked absolutely heartbroken at the prospect of being lied to, too. It could be some sort of set-up by the other girl to get her to remember what Aggie thought would be really good memories of having real friends and then all she'd really remember was all the people making fun of her again.

And somehow the thought of Imo doing this to her was all the worse. But that could just be because she'd been the first person Aggie had actually managed a proper conversation with after waking up.. right?