What Am I Waiting For?

"Who are you?"
"I don't remember,"
"What do you mean you don't remember, what's your name?" I asked curiously.
"I don't remember," she stared at me blankly.
"Where are you staying?"
"Over there," she pointed to a run down tree house that looked like it was about to colapse. "It's very homey,"
"You poor girl..." I whispered.