11:05
When he entered he saw Cat was already there. But how could they interrogate someone without speaking? Then he saw again that he had been anticipated by himself. She was holding up several bat-shaped throwing weapons he recognised as his own. On each was scrawled different sentences.
On the wall of the pit, was scrawled yet more words. Including a name. He frowned. How had she accomplished that. He saw her move her lips, and then realised with a shock he understood her. So. They could read lips. And the prisoner was co-operating.
Our first. He saw her say. Although he had no memories, he knew for a fact that he found her lips attractive. But he had to be focused.
Instinct told him he had done this sort of thing before. They had ten minutes. They had what they needed in five. Even the Cat, helpful as she was, was impressed.
She mouthed words. There will be more.
It seemed that whatever plan they had concocted, she was holding the other half. It seemed their strategy for co-ordination was based on a very strange sort of DNA/RNA sequencing – as if they were completing each other's thoughts. She had escaped once, his notes said – they could escape again. She had returned, they both had – from somewhere - and neither of them could say why. He could only assume that too, was part of some larger plan. She tapped her head occasionally, as if trying to remember something.
The plan was apparently very complicated – must have been a while in setting up – and he simply had to trust in it, because he was no longer capable of remembering it.
The prisoner was definitely an odd creature however. Something in his bones told him that even he had not seen much like it before – and if he and the Cat were any indication, he had seen some odd things.