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billmurrayandghostbusters2011-06-27 08:46 pm
imnot_likeyou) wrote in 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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He drummed his fingers against the side of the counter for a moment, before speaking up again.
"What if no one claims me?"
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"Then I guess we'll be stuck with each other."
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"Why would you do that for me? You don't even know me."
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Where was that doctor?
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"I ... woke up in the middle of a cornfield and can't remember a thing?"
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Don't mind her snark, it helps her deal.
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"Amnesia is usually fairly common after head trauma -- are you experiencing any pain?"
"Nope. I feel pretty normal otherwise."
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The doctor seemed hesitant to actually respond.
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That sounds easy enough.
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Lois takes in a deep breath through her nose and puts on a strained grin. "Wonderful."
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"So where do we go?"
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"Well, if the doc here says you're free to go, back home with me."
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/scene?