"What is it?" Jack asked, just as taken aback at the man's reaction to him.
"Wh-wh-who are you?" Greg stammered.
"I'm your 'guest.' Didn't Norma tell you?" Jack responded, still a little wary of the other man's response.
"Um, yeah, she did. I just didn't expect…uh…" Gregg hesitated still gaping at Jack.
"C'mon, out with it!" Jack barked.
"Uh…there were some people in here about forty-five minutes ago. They had a photo of a man that looked like you that they were looking for."
Jack reached over the counter with his good arm and practically pulled Greg over it. "Where are they? Where did they go?" he demanded.
"I don't know, but the man gave me his name and phone number." Greg said reaching into his pocket and handing the small slip of paper to Jack.
Jack released Greg and grabbed the note. He read the name, the read it again,
"Will Truman?" Jack said blankly. He had hoped it would be a name that would jog his memory.
"Do you know him?" Greg inquired.
"I might, but at the moment that name doesn't ring a bell," Jack said, but he had the same sensation he had when Norma first called him 'Jack.' "You said there were two people?"
"Yeah, the other was a tall woman with long curly red hair," Greg said trying to be helpful.
Jack sat heavily on one of the table chairs and sighed. This information seemed like it should mean something to him, but he just couldn't quite remember. It was so aggravating.
"Let me go and make the call," Greg offered. "There's no phone in here, I'll have to walk two blocks."
"Yes, please, hurry!" Jack pleaded.
Greg shot out the door, turned and ran down the street. About a block away he passed a tall, dark-haired man walking determinedly towards the mission.