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The Perk, Saturday Morning

Natalie's plans with her parents visiting Brazil had gotten delayed, so last night she'd taken advantage of a portal deal back to fandom, in the hopes of meeting some friends and maybe flagging Jim down for a visit too.

So of course this morning she'd woken up with no recollection of that. Or anything else, beyond what she'd actually been able to see around her, which had been a hotel room and a bag with far too few personal belongings. The things in the wallet offered some insight, but all of it was baffling, and distressingly unfamiliar.

She'd obviously needed to clear her head, so she'd headed out. And once she'd bought coffee at this place called 'the Perkolator', she took a seat at table by the window and began to go through the contents of the wallet – her wallet? – in earnest.

It was very confusing and she didn't like it one bit.

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"I don't know." She folded the paper back up again. "Needle in a haystack."

"It's something though," Sam sighed, pushing back from the table. "You should try, at least. It's more than I've got."

"If this is a competition, I'm not winning by a very wide margin," Natalie noted quietly.

She sighed.

"Something is better than nothing," Sam told her, shrugging and getting to his feet. "Hang onto that and I'm sure things will come together for you."

"You're leaving?"

She wasn't sure why that made her feel extra anxious for a second. And sad –– no. Lonely.

"I wasn't really doing anything to help," Sam told her, shrugging. "And you've got a guy to look for."

"Maybe," she pointed out. "Most of the things I have here ––" She gestured at everythng she had strewn over the table. "–– doesn't seem to match where we are. He might not even be here. And even if he is, he could be some ex I'm unwisely clinging to."

Ahaha.

"What can I do to help you with that?" Sam wondered helplessly. "I don't know what I could do to help when I've got no idea what I'm doing here."

He sounded about as helpless as she felt. Which probably contributed to what fell out of her mouth next.

"I just don't want to be alone, Sam."

Sam sighed and sat back down after a moment.

"Okay." He still didn't know what kind of help he'd be but he couldn't really put up a fight when it came to that.

Natalie felt a little more grateful than she perhaps would have liked to.

"Okay," she sighed. "What do we know? Apart from our names, and some vague things from wallets." Yes, she was going to try and attack this in an analytical way. "Where did you wake up?"

"In a bed," Sam said, shrugging. "Looked like a hotel room."

"Me too." So, that was useless. "I never realized how little a hotel room tells you about anything."

Wait.

"At least I think I never realized that before."

"Yeah." He laughed ruefully. "You see anything telling on your walk over here?"

Natalie shrugged her shoulders again. "Small town, looks European except for the storefronts."

It was all very confusing.

"Seem dangerous to you?" It didn't to him. "Seems really...quaint to me. Almost scarily so."

"Yeah," she agreed, with another glance out the window. "It doesn't seem like the most obvious place for an epidemic of amnesia. And yes, I'm assuming we can't be the only people here affected with it."

"There's gotta be other people here," Sam said, glancing at the barista. "Maybe they know what's happening. Someone's gotta be in the know."

"Guess we should... try and look for them."

Or just anyone with more information. On anything.

"Seems like it might be the more useful thing to do other than just sitting here," Sam agreed. "Can't rely on people coming to us."

"No, we can't."

So she began putting all the stuff back in the wallet and her bag. Her coffee had already gone cold, anyway.

Sam stayed where he was, unsure if she wanted him to come along or if she was going on her own.

Natalie was going to clear that up right now. She heaved her bag on her shoulder and got up, then gave him an expectant look.

"Come on."

"All right," Sam said, sounding slightly relieved that he got to go along. He stood up and readied himself to follow her out.

She'd made him stay because she didn't want to be alone. That hadn't changed, not that quickly.

She brushed past him on her way towards the door. Taking his hand was a little much, so accidentally on purpose brushing her shoulder against his it was. "Onwards," she sighed.

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