"Which part was on fire? who were the horse-riders? If you don't know how it ended, do you know who might? Besides the horse-riders and the scarecrow, I mean."

All of her questions are good and I answer, "Only the scarecrow's head, not it's body." I think back on when I first saw the two riders. "They came down this road," and I point to Main Street, "But from the opposite end, away from the sheriff's office. What's down that way? Someone from that area might know who they were."

"Why were you in the beauty salon?"

I set my cup down and smile, enjoying the view as I reply. "There was a lot of chaos in the street and I didn't want to stay out there." Gesturing to Romana, I say, "I met her in a doorway, along with a few other people and they didn't want want to stay outside either. A purple-haired woman offered to let us in and it sounded like a good idea."

We talk about strange things happening in town and I ask if that's frequent enough to be normal. She nods and I do too, not sure what to think. "Right. So, did you lose your memory too?" It sounds like as good a question as any.