A young girl, Letty Black, understands that the last thing she remembers is her father's death. Her childhood, teen years, first kiss, and first love are a tabula rasa. Her memories are gone, and no matter what she did and how many qualified doctors she had seen, there's no progress in getting her memories back except for strange dreams: an unknown city, a handsome blond man with magnificent blue-brown eyes, and... wolves...? What do all those dreams mean? Is she mad, or that's a hidden world under her nose?
"First we should get back to that tree where we've found the dugout of your father. It looks like Marriott, your mother, was the first to find that tree. There are a few photos of her with that tree in the background on the album," I said, then opened the album and pointed out to those photos. When we came back from the nightclub, I stayed a little longer in the living room and sorted those photos regarding the places we should visit. Early in the morning, when Letty woke up, I proposed to her to have a trip back to this territory and find some more clues. She agreed, even if she was still sleepy and wanted to stay a little longer in bed, she agreed to go.
"Let me see," she came closer, squeezed the stray of the backpack, and looked at the photos on the album. It took her some minutes before she raised her head up and looked at the depth of the territory, then said, "Okay, let's go. Do you remember the road, or do we need to sniff?"