The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, a monotonous drone that seemed to vibrate directly in Amelia’s skull. She leaned heavily on the edge of her cubicle, fingers splayed on the cold plastic. The presentation she was supposed to be reviewing swam before her eyes. Each bullet point blurred into the next, a meaningless jumble of words. "Focus," she muttered, her voice thick and unfamiliar.
Suddenly, Mark, from accounting, popped his head over the partition. “Hey, Amelia, you going to the company picnic this weekend?” His voice was bright, annoyingly so.
“Mmm, maybe,” she mumbled, her head bobbing slightly. She wished he’d go away. “Depends.”
“I’m really looking forward to the water balloon toss! Remember Camp Catawba? They had the best water balloon fights.” He chuckled, reminiscing.
Amelia blinked, struggling to focus. “Camp… Catawba?” A faint memory, a flash of pine needles and campfire smoke, flickered in her mind.
“Yeah! You went, right? I remember seeing a girl with your name. Tiny, with a really bad braid.”
Her eyes widened, suddenly alert. The fog in her brain began to lift, replaced by a surge of adrenaline. “Wait… you were there? I was the one who… who always got lost on the nature hikes!”