“I don’t
know. I don’t know how I got here,” was
all I could say, regrettably.
The couple looked at each other.
“Well, then, what’s the last thing you remember?”
Sam asked.
Okay, that was easier.
“Sleeping, I was sleeping in my bed,” I
answered.
“In California,” Mrs. Egan added.
“Yes,” I affirmed.
“And then?” Sam prodded
me.
“And then I was here,” I feebly explained.
Sam squirmed in his seat, uncomfortably, “You don’t recall anything else in between?”
“No.”
They just stared at me until I thought to
add, “Sir”.
“Your family must be looking for you,” Sarah
surmised.
“My family aren’t around.”
I left it at that.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said apologetically.
“There’s
no one who might be looking for you?” Sam
rephrased.
I just
sat speechless, afraid to expand on much more.
“No, no one,” I frowned then added, “sir.”
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