The women i saved was small and very beautiful. I layed her down on the grass and rubbed her chilled arms and legs. After i rubbed her she stopped shivering which was good. the womens name that i saved was Weena. This girl Weena that I saved taught me allot. she taught me her name. She taught me her language and she taught me how to be grateful.

Later on in the day Weena joined me again with a smile. I realized Weena had a short term memory. Weena had handed me flowers while kissing my hand. Weena was the girl i needed to be with me then. She didn’t like all places but she didn’t mind exploring allover with me.