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The Graveyard | Early Evening | Saturday | September 10

The memories were still gone and he still had no idea who he was. He had no idea where he was and he could barely remember leaving the library and ending up in front of tombstones that held no answers to the secrets that were locked inside his mind. He wanted to cry. He wanted to ask for help but he didn't know who to ask.

He took another step and pain felt like it was splitting his head open. He fell to his knees, holding his head and groaning. Flashes of light lashed through his mind, scraps of visions and memories long gone. There was one though, one that he managed to retain.

There was...a building. And he was there. He was there, standing next to himself. No, his twin. His twin was there and he was crying.

The vision stopped and the pain in his head abated. He was still on the soft, springy ground in the graveyard. He had a twin. He had...someone. But he had no idea what his name was and where he was. He was still alone and that one memory was so painful that he almost wished he hadn't regained it.

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A few feet away, the fog around a mausoleum was parting as a new childe of the night emerged to greet the dusk. Jack was a creature remade, all appetite and fangs swathed in a leather duster.

"Hello," he said, light Eastern European accent dancing about his voice. "Were you .... waiting for anyone?"

"I don't know," Bod said helplessly. He had a twin and Jack wasn't his twin. He had...someone had to know him. "Do you know me?"

"A bit, when I was alive," Jack conceded. It was fun to play with his food. "You're Nobody."

Poor Bod, he had no idea that Jack was telling him his name. He thought he was merely being insulted as to being insignificant and unworthy. He sighed.

"I know I am," he said, closing his eyes and twitching at the newly regained memory. "You're not alive? What?"

That part had just registered and he blinked at Jack.

"I'm a dread childe of the night," Jack said, and if he'd had a cape he would have twirled it. As it was, he settled for taking a step that made his coat swirl out just so. "One of the undead. Are you not afraid, Nobody?"

Bod would have wondered why Jack was insisting on rubbing in the fact that he was a nobody if his attention hadn't been completely taken up by what Jack was saying.

He swallowed thickly.

"Why would I be afraid?" Could he remember fear? He didn't know. "Are you going to hurt me? At least I'd remember that!"

Jack cocked his head at Bod. "Usually the victim doesn't ask to be eaten. Do you want me to bite you?"

A little light predinner snack. He could get with that.

"No!" Bod shook his head quickly. "I just didn't know why I should be afraid. I have no memories. I don't know you or if I'm supposed to be afraid. I don't know anything! Nothing! I'm sorry."

"A true innocent," Jack said, dreamily, as his ears zeroed in on the pulse in Bod's neck. "I remember when I had that. But I'll let you go. You might want to run, before I decide not to be so ... merciful."

Bod didn't know where he was supposed to run to! He had no idea what this place was or where was safe but he didn't want to die. He didn't want this...person to take out his aggression on him.

So, Bod ran.

To where? He didn't know.

The important thing was that he ran!

"Deb? Hello, Deb?"

This was probably not the most logical place to be looking for a lost flight attendant friend, but dammit, Vicki had tried half the town already, so that was exactly what she was doing. And loudly, calling for her while walking through the graveyard.

"Deb, are you here?"

Deb? That name wasn't familiar (BUT NO NAMES WERE BECAUSE HE WAS NOBODY!!) but he looked up anyway, trying to find the source of the voice.

"Am I Deb?" he asked, confused. He didn't think about the absurdity of the question since Deb was a girl's name and he was not a girl.

Or was he?

He wasn't.

Vicki heard him, or a voice at least, and stumbled her way past gravestones until she found him, though she looked instantly disappointed once she did.

"You're not Deb."

Helpful, Vicki. Something stirred inside her when she saw him, though. Something she tried to keep down, silent.

"I know that!" he cried out, wringing the dewy grass between his hands and trying not to break down. "I'm nobody! I don't know who I am! No one does! Deb's not here."

If that hadn't been obvious to her before, maybe it was now.

"I apologize."

"No need," Vicki said slowly, taken aback by that reaction. She probably would've said something else, too, but suddenly her brow set into a deep frown and she rubbed her forehead, looking down. "No," she said, seemingly talking to herself. "No, no, no, you can't."

Bod's head snapped up at those words and he frowned at what he was seeing. He wanted to offer help but he didn't know how especially since he didn't know her. Could she hold the key to his twin? He didn't know.

"A-are you all right?" he asked, still frowning even as he got to his feet. "Ma'am? Should I call emergency services?"

"No, nononono," Vicki muttered to herself, pitifully, but it was no use. She closed her eyes, and there was a visible shudder because even the dumber people needed to know something important happened.

Katherine opened her eyes and blinked a few times, confused, looking at Bod, then at the surroundings. "Wh-where am I?"

"I don't know!" Bod cried out pitifully even if he knew something important had just happened. "What happened to you? You knew where you were just a few minutes ago. Did you forget? Like me?"

"I don't remember," Katherine replied, a little frustrated, a little worried. She glanced down and that she was wearing the uniform, again</>. Why did that keep happening? "I don't remember coming here."

"I don't either," Bod said, trying not to sound thrilled about having found someone like him. "Do you...are you Deb? You were looking for Deb before. Maybe you can't find her because she's you?"

Was that confusing? Kind of. "I wish I could help but I'm...I don't know my own name. Or where I am. Or how I got here. Or anything. Everything is gone. It's just gone. How does that happen?!"

Yeah, the frown wasn't going anywhere. "Deb? No, I'm Katherine." She paused, tilted her head at him. "Are you okay? Did you maybe hit your head?"

Had she?

"I don't know," he said, unable to completely suppress tears from springing to his eyes. "I'm -- I'm a twin but he's not here. I can't -- "

There was more pain ripping through his head and Bod sank back down to his knees. A memory, another memory, broke free and came at him unbidden.

His twin was crying. He was crying and was he...begging? He was. He was begging for something and he -- he just laughed. He laughed at his own twin like seeing him beg was hilarious.

The memory ended and Bod opened his eyes again. "Oh god. I think I might throw up."

Without thinking about it much, Katherine knelt down beside me. "What is it?" she asked, the frown taking on a slightly more empathetic quality now. "What? Are you okay? I'm a twin too, you know."

That seemed like a tidbit to throw in there, sure.

"A memory came back to me," he croaked, staring at the ground and trying to cough and choke out the taste of bile he felt. "It was a bad one. A bad one."

There couldn't be any good memories in drama, could there?

"Where's your twin? Is she here?"

"She's supposed to be," Katherine said, glancing around as if Natalie might have literally shown up here while she hadn't been looking. "But I don't know if she really is. I've never met her."

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