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billmurrayandghostbusters2011-06-27 08:46 pm
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somewhere in kansas } { of memories that go unremembered and then
He wakes up in a field in the middle of nowhere.
That's all he knows.
He doesn't know his name, where he is, or where he's been, but he knows that he's here, in this field, and the field is made of corn. That's all he really needs to know. Well, no, that isn't entirely true. His name would be very helpful. But for right now, he knows that there's a field. There's corn. And he's got this nagging feeling that he's not where he's supposed to be.
He pushes himself to his feet slowly, trying to find some kind of sign to tell him where he is or what he's supposed to be doing there. He catches the flash of headlights, and something in his brain tells him that there's a road there. He dusts himself off and starts stumbling forward, looking for that car, to see if he can get some kind of help.
Every instinct he has screams that this is wrong, but he doesn't know why. He just wants some answers. Maybe that will trigger something. He stumbles out into the street, waves a hand, and tries to get the oncoming car to stop.
Maybe they'll be able to tell him something he doesn't know.
In fact, he's pretty sure they will.
That's all he knows.
He doesn't know his name, where he is, or where he's been, but he knows that he's here, in this field, and the field is made of corn. That's all he really needs to know. Well, no, that isn't entirely true. His name would be very helpful. But for right now, he knows that there's a field. There's corn. And he's got this nagging feeling that he's not where he's supposed to be.
He pushes himself to his feet slowly, trying to find some kind of sign to tell him where he is or what he's supposed to be doing there. He catches the flash of headlights, and something in his brain tells him that there's a road there. He dusts himself off and starts stumbling forward, looking for that car, to see if he can get some kind of help.
Every instinct he has screams that this is wrong, but he doesn't know why. He just wants some answers. Maybe that will trigger something. He stumbles out into the street, waves a hand, and tries to get the oncoming car to stop.
Maybe they'll be able to tell him something he doesn't know.
In fact, he's pretty sure they will.
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Until giants suddenly start filing out of the corn and into the road.
She stomps hard on the break to avoid hitting him and rolls down her window.
"Nice move, Andre," she says. "Try looking both ways next time."
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It's all he really could say. She has a point -- he should have looked both ways, but at least she stopped as opposed to blaring right past him. This way, he could ask her questions!
"I just -- where am I?"
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"Though if you've managed to get lost in this town, you might wanna tell Jim Beam goodbye."
She also assumes he's done some drinking at some point in the past twenty-four hours. She's Lois; assumptions are hard-wired into her DNA.
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He realizes that this is just going to make him seem even more drunk, but he has to at least to try.
"I don't know where I am. I just -- woke up here, and I don't remember anything." It's probably not the safest thing to admit, but she seems trustworthy enough.
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"Lucky for you--" She pauses as her eyes are drawn down to the 'Hello, my name is' sticker on his chest. "--Sam, I happen to have experience with this kind of thing." She tips her head in the direction of the passenger seat. "Get in."
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Because that's really helping his case. He does as he's told, however, and gets into the passenger side of the car. It feels -- odd. Everything should feel odd, but this feels strange on a different level that he can't quite place yet.
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Lois just goes on like it never happened.
"So, any theories about the 'hello, my name is' sticker?"
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He rolls his shoulder before turning back to the window. "Maybe I was at some kind of convention before I lost my memory?"
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He's quiet for a moment, just watching the world as it passes by. That feels familiar, it feels right, but he has no idea why. "I just ... know I'm not supposed to be here."
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At this point she just knew she was going to end up taking him back to her place until then, and him staying any longer than Clark had been scrambled? Not such a good plan.
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He hates that he can't remember anything. He feels like he's forgetting something really important, but he can't put his finger on what.
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She's hoping, even if it's something small. At the very least it'd be a good sign.
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He wishes he could. But there are too many contingencies and things not going right here.
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She pulls into the parking lot, wasting no time unbuckling herself. "Alright, fall in, double time."
She is not joking, Sam, she will leave your ass, even if your ass is the reason she's here.
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"Hi, remember me? I found another one."
The orderly glanced back at Sam. "At least you dressed him this time."
"Oh, no, he was like this when I found him. Even came with a nametag. He's Sam."
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/scene?