Aggregation

Eliza took a deep breath. _Don't panic._ She felt her hands shaking, suddenly her skin felt clammy.

She tried to swallow, but her mouth was dry. _I said don't panic!_ She felt dizzy, she needed to find some place to sit down. Eliza lurched to the nearest bench, about 30 feet away.

Eliza breathed slowly, regaining her calm. _I've clearly lost my memory. Maybe I've had a stroke? what else, what else, what else? Alzheimer's, brainwashing, dementia? Kidnapped by aliens?_

"Ma'am, are you alright?" Eliza started. A tall man with dark hair, and a big smile was talking to her. Eliza gulped again, hoping words would come out.