The car was cool, I'll give her that. I slid in, and we set off. After a few minutes I looked at Robert.
"So, you don't remember anything?"
"Not at all. But how do you know so much?"
"Those walls are really thin." I smiled, and hesitantly he smiled back.
"That's a nasty bruise. Where did you get it from?"
"Let's just say, my parents are worse than the FBI and the secret service put together."
"Yeah." I checked the bruise in the mirror. It was pretty impressive I had to say. And so was Carter. I would have to talk to him more, not just because it's what I always do, but because this notion he couldn't remember anything was actually quite fascinating.