”..and yeah, then we.. went on the.. plane..” he droned on.
I nodded, acting like I was taking this all in, but the reality was I was confused, lost within myself.
But then again, if Mike’s here, and I have no idea how I got here, then I must be in Europe, he kidnapped me while I was.. what was I doing? Ugh. I can’t remember.
I gazed at my surroundings. I couldn’t tell if it looked European – then it hit me – I could read something and see if it’s in English!
I stood up, and Mike just watched me. “What are you doing?”
“Where’s your newspaper?”
“Uh.. um.. yeah.. i-it’s..” he stuttered.
I rolled my eyes and searched the area – no newspaper to be found.
If I know his name, surely he knows mine.. I think, giving up on the newspaper idea.
“Mike – what’s my name?”
“My name, Mike, my name! What is it?!”
That’s not my name..
“Who are you?!” I threw a vase with flowers at him.