Anon’s eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the bright light. She blinked slowly, trying to remember where she was, hissing in pain. “Ow… ugh…” she mumbled, turning to see a brown-haired man whose fingers were intertwined with hers. Confusion clouded her face. She shifted, unlocking her fingers from his. He grumbled, hugged her, and cried. “Holy shit. You’re up, I thought we lost you.” Anon voiced, “I-I’m sorry…? Do I know you?” The man stared blankly. “What do you mean? Of course you know me silly… Why wouldn’t you know me?..”