Amnesiac

You grip your hands against the sink.
Fuck. You have amnesia.
Well, you at least need a name for yourself. Might as well make it a cool one...
As you think, bright lights flash in your head, giving you a massive headache.
A voice. A memory?
Marlo. My name is Marlo.
You don't know where it came from, but with absolute certainty you know your name is Marlo.
There's a sudden knock on the door.
God. Why now?