Chapter 8
"Hello?" a voice suddenly spooked Anthony from other side of the container. It was the blonde man. Tony started to feel anxious but at least the other man was alive.
"Hey there, buddy." he replied slightly shakily. "How are you feeling?"
"Well, considering that we're obviously locked up in a container I feel fine." Patrick gave answer, though it didn't assure Anthony that he really felt that way.
Anthony himself didn't feel anywhere close to fine. His head kept merciless jamming of his brain and made him feel slightly nauseous and dizzy.
Not a good feeling.
"Well, I was looking around a bit. I may have found a way to find out where are we." he tried for a conversation. "What's the last you remember?" A million dollar question Anthony had asked himself. Not that the answer made any sense to him.
Patrick was silent for a moment, probably trying to recall anything. Then he spoke, "Uh, not much. I think I was walking to my car. We had that new case. Body left in park. I took a look at it and walked around for possible clues. Then found another passage and walked out of tree line and over grass to my car. That's about all." he finished. Then hummed for couple seconds and asked that same million dollar question to Anthony: "What do you remember last?"
He'd actually dreaded this. His memories about what happened before darkness and coldness came was blurry at best. There were many tiny flashes that didn't give any certainty.
He still tried to come up with some logical explanation when Patrick's voice echoed through his desperate thoughts and suddenly a hand found its way onto his shoulder, making gentle squeeze. "Don't worry, man, you'll remember. Just don't push it. If you can't remember then let it be. When your mind's ready it'll come back to you eventually." the blonde man assured Anthony, who now felt pretty much miserable.
"Well, it's not quite the matter I'm worried about." Tony's voice came out more of a croaked whisper to his surprise. "It's just... You'll think I'm insane but I know I'm not." this time he sounded more confident and also more sullen.
"Okay. I promise I won't think that way. You can tell me whatever it is." Patrick tried to sound like he truly meant it.