Hell of a hangover

The girl had been sticking close to the place she had woken up for as long as she could remember, thinking that maybe if she stayed put, then someone who knew who she was or where she was meant to be might find her. So when a voice called out a name that left a ringing in her ears and made her want to cover her ears and scream, pained eyes turned in their direction.

He kinda, sorta but not really, looked like her? The scent wasn’t one that made her want to run and hide, but confusion was painted clearly on her face. She watched in confusion as the raccoon ran to the boy, chittering away, grabbing her head and holding up the firefly in the bottle as if the boy might be able to understand her foreign language. She was hesitant to let the words past her lips but she needed to know, even if it was just a name. "Do you know me?"

"speech".