I suppose all of that’s still left for you to find out. It’ll be like playing a giant game of cluedo with yourself but instead of someone being murdered, it’ll be… Actually, I have no idea where I’m going with this example. But hopefully you get the picture.
Right, well… As long as I can play Prof. Plum, I’m okay with that.
You’re amazing Paul, truly. I’m coming home and I won’t leave again, I promise.
Good. Because, it’s been pretty tough with out you Harry. Mom’s gone into overdrive.
Not that you now isn’t bad either. You’re just as lovely now as you were before the accident. In fact, you seem to be a lot more open to revealing your feelings.
Well thank you, I’m not exactly sure what I’m meant to be living up to yet. But if you’re sure, then I can’t be too bad. I have no idea what you mean by feelings, yet maybe something went down to cause me to be like that, I don’t know.
That is the most bizarre memory I’ve ever heard of. And no, I can’t make any sense of it. Perhaps it’ll make more sense when everything comes flooding back to you. Which it will, of course.
Not all at once I hope, at least not that memory. I have no idea what happened but it seems a little crazy for my likings. You’re right though, I’m taking this as a good sign. Who knows, perhaps I’ll even be back to little ol’ me before you know it.
I-really? How on Earth did you manage that? You’re right, today is a good day.
Now all you have to do is pack your bags and leave where ever the hell you are to be with me.
or monopoly or maybe poker. Sadly I don’t feeling playing anything.
Then what do you want to do? Maybe that’ll make it more than average.
Seriously? That’s great, Paul. Am I allowed to be informed as to what that small amount of information was?
I’m not sure, I haven’t made sense of it myself. But I just get glimpses of me, naked-yet again- waving to a lady who’s staring from across the road. She was behind a window I think in the building across, and I think I was on a balcony? If you can figure out what it means, that would make one of us.
Well, for someone like me, that’d be terribly old fashioned and overrated. But I suppose for you, it’s lovely. Tell me about this path to sanity, Paul. Maybe I can convince my mom to try it, too.
What so you’d prefer to remain kooky? Well, each to their own I guess. But no matter who I was before, I’d prefer to know the truth. For your mother however, it may be a little more complicated then just regaining a few memories.
That’s good to hear, really good to hear actually.
What’s better is I’ve conned the parents into letting you back home.
It’s still oddly refreshing to see you in such a good mood.
Well today’s a day to celebrate, I remembered something about before the crash.
