"Oh yes you did," Sam told Reese when she inquired about Nick's stolen
motorcycle. "It was this afternoon and he was on the war path demanding to
know who you were and why you stole it. We tracked you down to your aunt's
house. Apparently he has some kind of tracking device on the bike. His
name is Nick...um...wait a second I saw a picture someplace. Sam left the
room for a few moments and came back with a framed snap shot of Nick to show
her. "That's him."
Reese sat up more and looked at the picture, scratching her head sheepishly
"Well, he is cute.... but I actually stole his bike.. oh man."
She looked surprised and confused "I didn't even know I knew how to hot
wire.. unless I got a hold of his keys somehow?"
What was really getting her weirded out was that she didn't remember any of
this...
She looked at Sam, chewing her bottom lip "Do you think we could like.. get
out of here and go home? Leave Pops a note or something? I.. I'd feel better
in our own home and this doing things and not remembering is kind of wigging
me out."
She frowned thoughtfully "What's today's date anyway? I swear it feels like
I haven't eaten in days."
