This had happened a few times before in her life. Each occurrence was as frightening as the time before. She wasn't sure what brought it on or why. One second she could be perfectly all right, the next second she couldn't remember how she got to where she was. If it was stress or anxiety or simply being stuck in complete darkness, she could never be certain. She thought the first time it happened was when she was in her broom cupboard, but she wasn't sure what was a memory and what was a figment of her tortured imagination. Trusting what she believed were memories hadn't always been the right course of action.