( husband, child ... she nods, cradling the photo as though it's something precious. ) I can't recall their names but maybe someone in town does. ( she could just show them the picture. both boys were in it. someone had to recognize them. they had recognized her, so someone might know who they were. )

No, wait. ( she tilts her head at the photo again. a warmth floods into her and she ears ring the same way they did in the hospital. a shriek tears through her mind and she can hear something this time: ) ... it's Peter.

I'm going to go to the hospital. I think they were in the accident with me. I remember a scream. ( she closes her eyes a moment. she can hear herself calling out to " peter. " telling him to take her hand. but her head suddenly flares with pain and she grabs it. memories are irritating, regaining them especially, after this accident shit. )

I'm going to tear this town apart until I have my family back. ( there's something of a darkness in her promise, a newfound determination. he's right about the note, though. as she heads toward the front door again, she pats his shoulder in thanks. even if she can't quite remember their friendship just yet, she's very glad she ran into him. taking up a pen on a small table near the door, she scribbles out something reading gone to look for you two, gamora. ) Someone must have seen them. Either they picked up their things at the sheriff's or they're still in the hospital. I will find them. ( her hand instinctively moves to a loop on her belt but she finds nothing there. whatever she expected to be there, she hasn't got. yet. )

Thank you, Roman. This has been a ... strange, trying time since I awoke in the hospital. I can't remember much but you are a good friend.