"Please," he said, moving slowly towards her with both palms facing upwards to disarm any thoughts she may have had of him attacking, "Don't panic. That's the last thing we need."
She didn't remember a thing either. For God's sake, what was going on??
He slowly sank to the ground when he was a foot or two away from her, his legs folded indian style beneath him. He had to grit his teeth for a moment - his leg still burned. He watched her for a moment before continuing to speak.
"I can't remember anything either - not a name, not a face, not hair or eye color - nothing. No history. No childhood. I don't know who I am, how I got here, why I'm here, or who any of you are."