"Well if you don't know who you are, and we don't know who you are then how are we going to figure it out?" was Davy's curious question.
"I...well..." was the girl's stutter.
"Let her rest man! She's been hurt and maybe after she gets a little rest, she'll remember who she is." Micky said in a not so convincing voice.
"Michael, do you suppose she's got amnesia?" Peter said.
"Wha...of course she does you silly nut or she'd remember who she was." Mike kind of snapped. "Mick, get me a cool cloth would ya?"
"What for?" Micky questioned in protest of having to do something.
"Will ya just do it please?" Mike said in a forceful voice. Mike turned to the girl and looked at her. "I know your face from somewhere. Have we met before?"
"Um...it's possible. I don't know. I don't even remember who I am." came her reply.
"Well ya gotta have some kind of clue who you are. I mean, ya can't be just nobody. Ya gotta be somebody's somebody." Mike said. The girl just looked at him in a confused way. Micky came back and handed Mike the cloth. He put it to the girl's forehead. "Lay back and rest a bit. Maybe after you've rested, you'll remember who ya are."
"Or at least remember something about yourself." was Peter's concerned reply to Mike's.
"Yeah maybe." the girl said in a somewhat depressed voice. Mike covered her with one of his blankets and walked away from her -- pulling the other three with him so the girl could rest.
"Wot do you think of her Mike?" Davy asked.
"I don't know. She's real groovy. But I know that I have seen her face somewhere before. Somewhere...well I just don't remember where." Mike said in a depressed voice.
"I think you've fallen for her mate." Davy said teasing Mike.
"Are you crazy? Me get mixed up with a girl that don't even know who she is? Don't be rediculous Davy!"