I sit back on the bed, and rub the bridge of my nose. " So let me get this straight, I'm in a land populated by talking ponies, in a forest filled with all sorts of unspeakable horrors, and I haven't had a decent meal in days".
"Yes, and Zecora is name," She says as she drews another meal, "And now I must ask you the same."
"Ok, fair enough, my name's...." I stop, reaching a mental blank. "No," I mutter shocked, "I can't have amnesia..."
"This condition is not known to me, is it at all deadly?"
"Oh no, not deadly, just the loss of one's memory, nothing deadly at all."
"Ah, I see, that is quite a catastrophe."
"Ah, come one Knife, think, think." I pause for a second, and then cry out in joy, starling Zecora. "Yes, I did it, Knife, my name's Knife...um, 28! That's it, Knife-28!"
"That is quite a starange name, but then again, I guess your parents are to blame."
"Yes, yes my parents..."
Zecora takes a taste of her brew, and satisfied with the taste, poars some in a bowl, and carries it over to me.
"Here, eat this soup, it will get your head out of a loop."
I accept the bowl and start to eat, trying to remember more than my name.