Ordinarily, she thought a name would have slipped easily from her lips. Indeed, it felt as if there was a name on the tip of her tongue, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not remember what it was. And that frightened her more than anything else in this confusing place.
"I-I-I don't know," she stammered. Then, the full meaning of those three words struck her. "Oh, God... I don't know!" She sat down hard, and put a hand to her head, which she suddenly seemed to remember was aching. "I don't know... name... no name, no face... nothing." In the dim light, she looked over at the man. "Who the hell am I?"
The question wasn't directed to the man as if she thought he would know who she was. There was a trace of desperation in her voice, as if she could not possibly imagine what might have caused such a total memory loss.