"Actually, I-- " He stopped himself because he realized that he was about to deny it. He was about to tell her that he was David Russell, a stand-up comic on IS-374. It came to mind so easily that he thought for a moment it might be true. Then he realized that he still didn't remember being David Russell, and another part of him was already vying for an introduction as some Avery Steinau. He didn't know what to think of that without resorting to a dissociative disorder.
"I don't remember anything," he concluded, managing to sound less confused than he felt. "Damn. I guess we really are in trouble."
Still, it could be worse. Nothing tentacled and slimy had grabbed his ankle and dragged him under yet, and this woman was shitty love interest material, so despite the creepy crypt and amnesia odds were good that he was not in a bad horror movie.
"What about names? We can't just go 'hey you' all the time, and who knows when we'll get our memories back."
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Date: 2013-06-11 11:56 pm (UTC)"I don't remember anything," he concluded, managing to sound less confused than he felt. "Damn. I guess we really are in trouble."
Still, it could be worse. Nothing tentacled and slimy had grabbed his ankle and dragged him under yet, and this woman was shitty love interest material, so despite the creepy crypt and amnesia odds were good that he was not in a bad horror movie.
"What about names? We can't just go 'hey you' all the time, and who knows when we'll get our memories back."