White. Nothing but white. The girl in the hospital bed stared around the room, her heart racing. Where was she? A hospital, she wondered, or an asylum? She looked at her hands studying their tiny stature and chipping white nail polish. Her mind was having trouble processing not just where she was but who she was. The first thing she tried to think about was her name but no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn't remember. The room seemed less bright to her as she gazed around taking in the generic scenic paintings on the plain walls and the two large windows that's blinds were open to reveal a snowy backdrop. On her bed side was vase of sunflowers and patruding from them was a tiny card. A clue? She grabbed it and read eagerly.

"Get well soon, with love from Drake, Travis, Brittany, and Derek," she said softly to herself.

She rolled her eyes. Great four people who knew her but she had no idea who they were. The girl placed it back on the table and placed her head in her hands. Who was she? Tears started to cloud her vision and a voice rang out startling her.

"Now don't cry sugarcube!"

Her head shot up and she glanced around the room looking for the owner of the country twang that called out to her. The girl's eyes stared in surprise when she met the concerned gaze of a two foot tall, cartoon pony that sat at the end of her bed. "This can't be real," she whispered to herself.

"Oh I'm real alright," the pony paused, "I think."

She eyed the animal studying her large green oval eyes and beautiful combed blonde mane, the ends of both capped with red ribbons to make adorable "pony tails".

The miniture horse tipped her brown cowboy hat. "My name's Applejack and I'm here to help you get your memories back Renee!"

"Renee?" As she said the name aloud the more familiar it sounded to Renee. That was her name. A few memories began to rush back to her. One being of her outside on the front porch of her house with a boy. Her mother appeared at the screen door... then suddenly everything that happened before that returned to her as well. Her teen years, the childhood memories. Applejack trotted up to her and nestled up beside her.

"I'm guessing that triggered something right?"

Renee nodded her head, "Yes, yes I can remember a lot."

Applejack arched a brow, "How old are you?"

She thought about this and answered, "Sixteen."

The pony shook her head, "I'm sorry darlin' but you're twenty-three."