I devoured my sandwich. I had never tasted anything so delicious in my whole life! And since I only remembered a few hours of it, that wasn’t saying much. The old man watched me eat as he meticulously polished his off several minutes later, giving me time to drain my soda, too.

“What do you remember?” He finally asked after politely swallowing his last bite.

“I came to on the side of the freeway. Standing on the curb.”

“Standing?” The old man’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Yeah. Standing. then I walked to the park. I found the ticket stubs and thought they might help me remember something, anything.”

“Young Lady, someone might be looking for you.”

“I never thought about that.” I looked at the table in thought. If someone was looking for me they would have contacted the police, or put up flyers, and my picture would make me recognizable to anyone who watched the news. Unless my looks were altered. But I didn’t know.

“How would I go about finding the people looking for me? If there are any..”

“Cops”