Arrow Lake I fled to the city with so much discounted.

Huh. This was different, to say the least. He blinked at the word 'screwy,' stowing it away in his own personal thesaurus, and smacked his lips thoughtfully, shaking his head. Never seen you before in my life, but maybe others here have, he remarked. So you live around here? Or, uh, you think you might have lived around here?

Verx didn't really know how to deal with brain damage and memory loss. That was sort of out of his area of expertise. He should probably call for Aure or Mahler, although the latter he wasn't quite close enough to for that kind of a request, and the former. . .well, he'd just rather not, after the last few days.

What's your name? he asked, not confident that the other would remember it at all. Maybe he'd make one up. Slinky came to mind, fuck knows why.