Aria General Hospital

"You're in Aria General Hospital." The olive skinned doctor replied. "More specifically in the Executive Administrative Offices of Aria General Hospital." He walked slowly to the bar and poured himself a couple fingers of an amber colored liquid into a rocks glass. "Drink?" He asked and Samantha nodded silently as he poured another glass. The pair of glasses clinked quietly as he walked back to where she stood.

"I didn't really answer your question though, did I?" Samantha shook her head and took a gulp from her glass. She coughed slightly not used to the fire that burned down her throat.

"I'm sorry." She said as she saw the amused look on the doctor's face. "I'm not much of a drinker."

"That's just what I looked like the first time I snuck some of my father's prized Orion Fire Spirits." His easy manner and wry smile helped Samantha relax more than anything else he could have done.

"Why don't you come sit down and I'll tell you what I know before you ask any more questions." Perhaps it was the doctor's relaxed attitude, or maybe the **** that was moving swiftly through her bloodstream to her brain, but whatever the reason Samantha allowed herself to be guided to a comfortable leather couch in the corner of the office.

"Do you remember those tests we ran on you yesterday afternoon?" Dr. Marque asked and again Samantha nodded taking another sip from her tumbler (a smaller more careful sip this time)

"According to those tests you are 99.8% Earth Human Standard, your BWA also finds no measurable difference between your brain wave scan and those on record from the very early days of the Solarian Diaspora. I've never seen anyone with so little genetic drift. Samantha's eyes were as wide as a child's as she tried to make sense of the doctor’s words. She licked a drop of the amber nectar from where it hung off her full lip with her tongue suddenly embarrassed as she realized the doctor was staring at her in a way that no man had ever looked at her before.

"There's more." He told Samantha reaching into his tailored suit's pocket and pulled out a gold coin. As far as my friend at Rose Antiquities can determine, this is an authentic "Dollar' (the way Dr. Marque said the word made it sound both alien and exotic) from a sub-government of old Earth. Likewise the holos I showed him of your other possessions also all appeared to be from the same time period except for your blade that was several hundred years older.

"You see what a mystery you are?" He asked Samantha with yet another of those dazzling smiles that made her want to throw herself into his arms. "How is it that you show up in a transit station with no ID chip and history of you entered Aria City?"

Dr. Marque paused long enough to take a deep sip from his glass when he lowered the drink he looked at her again with his grey eyes that seemed to see into her soul.

Samantha could feel the Rhiain part of her character ponder a multitude of different possible ways to play this situation: tears, seduction, amnesia, and at least a dozen possible stories. Not one of Rhiain's possible options was to tell the truth Samantha noted; it seemed to be against her instinct to simply trust authority with the truth. Of course the truth as she knew it was a little hard to believe, but the doctor had some evidence that supported her tale. Would he believe her?

"You could start by telling me your name." Dr. Marque promts her gently.

Who was she? Was she Samantha from Earth? Or Rhiain from God knows where?