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The narrator wakes up in a room on a boat, wearing jeans and a hoodie. They can't remember anything and feel a sense of panic. They hear someone outside and find a switch to turn on the lights. They realize they don't know who they are or where they are, and just want to go home. Forcing myself to focus, I took a physical inventory. I was fully dressed, wearing a pair of jeans, a lightweight t-shirt, and a hoodie. With this grasp of the basics, my initial panic subsided a fraction. In its place came a more rational fear. Something really bad has happened. I heard footsteps outside the door. Then a voice. Yeah, I got her. Nah, she's out cold. No problem. Cautiously pushing myself to my feet, I peered into the gloom, stretching my arms in front of me to feel for unseen obstacles. I moved slowly, my hand sliding along the wall. At last, my fingertips touched a switch. Bright lights flooded the small room. Cabin, actually. I was on a boat. But why? I concentrated hard. What happened to put me in this place? No longer able to keep hysteria at bay, I realized I couldn't answer that simple question. I couldn't remember anything at all. I just wanted to go home. With that thought, I sank down onto one of the soggy beds with a renewed sense of horror. I didn't know who I was or where I was, and I had no idea where home might be.