The car was parked when he woke up, and he was alone in it. They were in a city, assumably LA, and Bart was no where to be seen. Would it be rude to just up and leave? The car was outside of some sort of apartment building. It was strange, he couldn't remember much, but none of these things, surprised him, he was a bit disturbed by it.
His body ached. He wanted nothing more than to climb into a warm bed and sleep for a week or two. The minute thoughts like this entered his mind, he remembered her face, honey golden hair, green eyes full of sorrow, soft skin, the perfect smile. He knew he had to find her, but in a city this large there was just no way, he didn't even know where to start.
"Hey, you're awake! Come on up, my buddy said you can use his shower and use the phone to call someone to get you. How's that sound?"
"Great."
William followed Bart up to the apartment. It was a dump, but it had running water, and that was enough for him. When he was done showering, the friend offered him a shirt to replace the much destroyed one he had been sporting. He hated feeling like a charity case, but he didn't know what else to do.
"So man, you wanna call someone to get you or something?"
"I would, if I could remember anything. I need to find this girl, this girl I think I know, she's all I can remember."
"What's her name? We can look it up in the phone book."
"I can't remember."
"Man, you don't rememebr shit do you?"
"No, I bloody well don't, lay the hell off."
"John, lay off, if you saw what he must have crawled out of you'd probably understand more. I've never seen anything like that."
"Well, maybe there is someone out there who can deal with cases like this. I mean this happens to people all the time right?" John went rummaging through a pile of books, finally triumphantly holding a phone book in the air. "This is the ticket!"
He began thumbing through it, writing down phone numbers and addresses of private investigators, psychics, and psychologists. John gave the list to William.
"If I were you, I'd start digging through that list for some help. Something's gotta work. But right now, I'm gonna crash." John left the room.
Bart had passed out on an easy chair. William didn't know what to do. He looked at the list, at the top was: Angel Investigations 555-4357. This seemed familiar, but he really couldn't tell how. He picked up the telephone and dialed the number.
"Angel investigations, we help the hopeless."
"He-he-hello?" He stuttered the word out.
"Yeah?" The woman on the other end sounded young, and annoyed.
"I'm sorry, is it too late to be calling?"
"No, how can we help you?"
"I don't know that you can. This is going to sound crazy; see I can't remember who I am, and I need to find this girl, whose name I don't remember either, and I don't know what happened really before climbing out of a large crater in the desert."
"Uh huh, so let me see, no memory, giant crater, middle of the desert?" She sounded like she was trying to write it all down. "Oh yeah and there is a mystery girl you need to find."
"I guess."
"Well, why don't you come over, and we can see if there is anything we can do. This crater thing might be a lead of some sort."
"I don't have a way to get there."
"It's all good, we can send a car for you. Wait. Hey Angel, we can send cars to get clients now can't we? Okay. Yeah we can send a car to get you, and the address showed up on the caller ID so we know where you are. Wow caller ID is amazing isn't it?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Sorry, we'll have someone there in about 10 minutes? okay?"
"Okay."
"Hold tight, we'll try our best to help you out."
"Thank you. Thank you for believing me, I don't think I'd believe me if I were hearing this."
"You'd be surprised some of the stuff we've heard, nothings too wierd."
He heard the phone click. William woke Bart up.
"Someone is coming to get me. Thanks for the ride, and everything. I appreciate it."
"Yeah man, take care." Bart was asleep again before his head rested on the chair back.
William headed downstairs to the doorway to wait for the ride to come. LA was fetid, it stank, and he felt overly aware of this. It was strange he could feel dawn approaching, and had every desire to find somewhere to hide. Everything was rich, color, sound, smell, he would swear up and down he could taste the few people on the street. By taste he meant this salty sensation on his tongue. This felt normal, while so many other things felt alien.
His body ached. He wanted nothing more than to climb into a warm bed and sleep for a week or two. The minute thoughts like this entered his mind, he remembered her face, honey golden hair, green eyes full of sorrow, soft skin, the perfect smile. He knew he had to find her, but in a city this large there was just no way, he didn't even know where to start.
"Hey, you're awake! Come on up, my buddy said you can use his shower and use the phone to call someone to get you. How's that sound?"
"Great."
William followed Bart up to the apartment. It was a dump, but it had running water, and that was enough for him. When he was done showering, the friend offered him a shirt to replace the much destroyed one he had been sporting. He hated feeling like a charity case, but he didn't know what else to do.
"So man, you wanna call someone to get you or something?"
"I would, if I could remember anything. I need to find this girl, this girl I think I know, she's all I can remember."
"What's her name? We can look it up in the phone book."
"I can't remember."
"Man, you don't rememebr shit do you?"
"No, I bloody well don't, lay the hell off."
"John, lay off, if you saw what he must have crawled out of you'd probably understand more. I've never seen anything like that."
"Well, maybe there is someone out there who can deal with cases like this. I mean this happens to people all the time right?" John went rummaging through a pile of books, finally triumphantly holding a phone book in the air. "This is the ticket!"
He began thumbing through it, writing down phone numbers and addresses of private investigators, psychics, and psychologists. John gave the list to William.
"If I were you, I'd start digging through that list for some help. Something's gotta work. But right now, I'm gonna crash." John left the room.
Bart had passed out on an easy chair. William didn't know what to do. He looked at the list, at the top was: Angel Investigations 555-4357. This seemed familiar, but he really couldn't tell how. He picked up the telephone and dialed the number.
"Angel investigations, we help the hopeless."
"He-he-hello?" He stuttered the word out.
"Yeah?" The woman on the other end sounded young, and annoyed.
"I'm sorry, is it too late to be calling?"
"No, how can we help you?"
"I don't know that you can. This is going to sound crazy; see I can't remember who I am, and I need to find this girl, whose name I don't remember either, and I don't know what happened really before climbing out of a large crater in the desert."
"Uh huh, so let me see, no memory, giant crater, middle of the desert?" She sounded like she was trying to write it all down. "Oh yeah and there is a mystery girl you need to find."
"I guess."
"Well, why don't you come over, and we can see if there is anything we can do. This crater thing might be a lead of some sort."
"I don't have a way to get there."
"It's all good, we can send a car for you. Wait. Hey Angel, we can send cars to get clients now can't we? Okay. Yeah we can send a car to get you, and the address showed up on the caller ID so we know where you are. Wow caller ID is amazing isn't it?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Sorry, we'll have someone there in about 10 minutes? okay?"
"Okay."
"Hold tight, we'll try our best to help you out."
"Thank you. Thank you for believing me, I don't think I'd believe me if I were hearing this."
"You'd be surprised some of the stuff we've heard, nothings too wierd."
He heard the phone click. William woke Bart up.
"Someone is coming to get me. Thanks for the ride, and everything. I appreciate it."
"Yeah man, take care." Bart was asleep again before his head rested on the chair back.
William headed downstairs to the doorway to wait for the ride to come. LA was fetid, it stank, and he felt overly aware of this. It was strange he could feel dawn approaching, and had every desire to find somewhere to hide. Everything was rich, color, sound, smell, he would swear up and down he could taste the few people on the street. By taste he meant this salty sensation on his tongue. This felt normal, while so many other things felt alien.