Outside

            When Ash awoke he was in what looked like a restaurant or something. He awoke as someone sat down at the table and shook him.

            “Hey, Ash, wake up.” He said.

            “What? Who’re you?” he said groggily.

            “I’m Kint.”

            “Kint who?”

            “Kint, don’t worry about the last name. I assume, by your unconscious state when I got back to the table, that you’ve forgotten everything I’ve said, and everything you’ve said, since we got here.”

            “What?”

            “I thought so. Listen, I’m helping you find the guy who killed, what was she your wife?”

            “Fiancé.”

            “Whatever. I’m helping you find the guy who killed her and screwed up your brain. You don’t know me personally, we didn’t know each other at all up until a couple of weeks ago, so you haven’t forgotten much.”

            “How did you find me?”

            “I-…the less you know the better, trust me. Here.” He said as he took out a binder full of paper and other things out of a bag and put it on the table. “This has all the information you asked about. Are you sure you want this?”

            “He killed her…he took away my life…yes, I want this.”

            “Hey, do you mind if I ask you something?”

            “Sure.”

            “If you can’t remember anything after what happened, then how do you know what happened to you, your condition, that your, your, uh, Fiancé’s dead? How do you know this, you couldn’t have known it before, it happened after the thing.”

            “Someone in my condition can learn something through repetition. I probably had to write it down, have some way to remind myself, but eventually I just knew, like out of habit or instinct. Do I owe you…”

            “I wasn’t helping you for money. Do you drink?”

            “I don’t know.”

            “Well lemmie buy you a drink.” Kint ordered a couple of beers. Ash took a drink of his and immediately spat it out and dry heaved. Kint laughed.

            “I guess you don’t drink.”

            “Very funny.” Ash said between gags.

            “Hey, I didn’t know. Look, I gotta go. You need a ride?”

            “I don’t know.”

            “Better give you a lift just in case. Where’re you staying?”

            “Uh…” Ash began searching through his pockets, and pulled out a couple Polaroid photos. He found the one of a house and in handwritten print on the bottom it said ‘THIS IS WHERE YOU LIVE’ and on the back it had the address.

 

Misty found Ash talking to Brock about something, but they suddenly stopped talking as soon as she walked in the room.

            “Hey, guys, what’cha talking about?”

            “Oh, nothing.” Ash said quickly. Misty gave them a suspicious look and accepted it.

            “I’m going out a bit later, do you want me to pick anything up?” she asked.

            “No, that’s alright.” Ash said.

            “Ok. Brock, I need your car keys.” Brock tossed her his car keys and she left.