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Dria walked into the Traumatic Brain Injury Outpatient Rehabilitation Unit (TBI OR) of Destiny City Memorial Hospital, about five steps behind her father. Though she was getting to know him again - he was very kind and loved her very much, she still would have felt better with Drew there. Unfortunately, Drew was at home working on a school project that was due the next day - something that they just couldn't help.
The waiting room was nothing new - even though she hadn't been here in six months. It was her father that was the problem - and that was the reason she was here.
She took a seat close to the door, as her father went to sign her in and make the appropriate arrangements for their records to let them know that that he and her mother were her guardians now.

Dria looked up and saw the other girl and her father? come in. She watched as other girl sat down not too far from her. She'd seen her before. Here. With the same man. Should she start up a conversation with her? Why not.

"Um, ..." Her throat closed. This wasn't as easy as Dria thought. Trying to speak was sometimes nerve-racking, but here was worse, way worse. She cleared her throat and tried again.

"Hey." Dria said softly. "I've seen you here before, haven't I?" Her cheeks burned.

Dria smiled sadly. "Mine was four years ago. Actually, it was a big police case, but the authorities kept it hush hush. See I was in a Emergency plane landing, one state over. No one is sure how, but I was tumbled out to sea, and later washed up onshore, not far from Destiny City. I had many injuries, however, the worse was that at one point, I must have knocked the back of my head on coral, because, there is the tiniest piece of coral lodged in my brain stem.." Dria trailed off, surprised that she had given so much personal information, to a girl, that she may have just met...

Dria smiled brightly. "That's wonderful. My time in the foster home was going okay, when something very interesting happened. First though, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Xandria Nicole Bones. However, for the four years, I've been going by the name Dria Johnson. Dria is a nickname that I've gone by in the past, and being called that is the only I've ever remembered. As for Johnson, well Dria Doe (as in Jane Doe) just didn't sound right." Dria took a breath.

Dria lowered her eyes at her new friend's pain. "I don't know about the past Evren. If you like I can try to help you find her." Thinking of her own good own good fortune, she smiled. "Remember the interesting thing that I said happened? Well I will now explain it. I was helping out in my foster mother's floral shop one morning, and a kid came in, looking for flowers for a sick friend. He took one look at me and said, "I know who you are! You're Xandria Nicole Bones, the identical twin of Andrew Bones! You look just like him and he's asked a lot of his friends to search for you!" Sure enough, my family had moved to the area 6 months before. I now live with them. It's been hard to get used, especially with no memories, but it is worth it."

Dria frowned. "To tell you the truth, there is all this physical evidence, such as DNA tests, and pictures, and the fact that Drew looks exactly like me, that I'm theirs. But for my memories- zip. I remember being called 'Dria', that's all." Tears came to her eyes. She pointed to her father and lowered her voice to a whisper, knowing what came next would hurt him. "That man is my father. His memories say so. DNA says so, everything say so. Except, I don't remember him at all. It causes him pain and me pain. So maybe it might have been better if we never found each other again."

Dria squeezed Evren's hand in return. She was right, and her words comforted her. Dria watched the scene with Evren and her father, it was touching.

Dria had not even tried calling her parents Mom or Dad, it had been too weird. She was going to try now, inspired by Evren.

Her father walked up. He smiled a tired smile at Evren then at Dria. "Making friends?" Dria nodded. "Yeah... Dad..dy." Suddenly, Dria had a burst of emotion, she could not control. Screaming, crying, huddled up, laughing. The receptionist immediately did an emergency all-call for Dr. Ferkerla, Code Purple. Dria's father tried to hold her but it wasn't going well. Dr. F. and her team had to emergency surgery.

A week or two later, Dria was feeling much better and back in the same waiting room, this time with her mother. There was a bit of gauze on the back of her head. Dria hoped that she would see Evren again, so she could explain that the coral in her brain stem had become infected. The doctor had to make a choice, treat it as is, or remove it. Both had equal chances of killing her. And in the end the coral came out. After a few days in the ICU, she had recovered enough to go home.