>> Offer the man a ride, you might as well go see if you can find your lost memories together.
I sigh, feeling unimaginably lost and frustrated. But… he’s got to be uncle James, right? The idea that I might run into an amnesiac doppelganger of my uncle in the town he called me from only hours ago is absurd, and in fact, even more absurd than my uncle somehow wandering around Silent Hill with amnesia.
So it must be him.
Which means we have to figure out how to get his memory back.
“Hey, listen, I know this probably sounds crazy, but why don’t you get in the car and I can drive you back to my place? We can get you checked out by a doctor.
James hesitates, and I can’t blame him. No memory, some stranger asking you to get in their car. But I don’t feel like I’m a threatening presence.
No, I’m definitely not threatening. I’m practically a little girl, damn it. In any other scenario Uncle James should be the one comforting me.
“I guess I’ve heard worse ideas,” James says finally. “Alright.”
I grin, tense, but relieved at least that he’s going to cooperate, and I lean over to unlatch the passenger door.
James walks around the car and gets in.
“Ordinarily I’d ask if you want to drive,” I admit. “But I’m going to go ahead and guess that you’re not feeling up to it.”
James shakes his head. “No, sorry. And I wouldn’t know where to go if I did drive.”
“Yeah, no worry.” I turn the key in the ignition.
There’s a grinding sound.
Nothing.
Frowning, I try again.
Another grinding sound. The engine refuses to start.
I slam my hand against the steering wheel. “Fuck!”
James grimaces. “I take it that it doesn’t usually make that noise.”
“Not as far as I can remember, no. I mean, I drove here!”
Maybe that’s why I pulled over in some parking lot. Maybe the car started making a weird noise and I– what, pulled over in a panic and passed out?
Who knows.
The question is what the hell am I going to do now if the car isn’t working?
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