Henry and Louis moved towards the exit. Henry had had enough bullshit for the day. All he wanted to do was lay down his head and have a blissful sleep. Was it too much to ask? He was beginning to regret accepting to come to the club; he had grown past that stage and now he had received insults from his old friends completely unprovoked. It was no wonder why he wasn’t friends with them.Just as they reached the entrance, the girl from before came to stand in front of them and blocked their way. Henry searched through his memory, trying to remember her name. Louis held her hand and tried to tow her to the side, but she stood firmly on her feet. “Your unmarried friend here said he was going to see me before he left,” the girl said to Louis. “Don’t tell me you both are about to leave without saying a proper goodbye?”She sounded disappointed. Louis smiled and turned to Henry. Henry already knew what he was going to ask before he even opened his mouth.“Did you promise to see her before

Henry knew that Louis was just grappling form some sort of thing to hold on to, a reason why the girl would suddenly jump on him like that. So suddenly that Henry was sure she was about to attack, and that he would lose his friend.She lay now on the floor, hardly breathing. Louis went down on his knees and placed his ear to the girl’s chest. Henry doubted that the girl would have died from that little fall; it seemed more likely that she had passed out from the impact. Her head rolled to the side; Louis placed his thumb and forefinger on her chin to turn her head back to its position. It was an eerie appearance.“She’s drunk,” Louis said when he stood up. “Her breath stank of alcohol and she’s pretty much passed out.”Henry threw his hand in the air. “I’ve had enough for the day. Let’s just leave.”“Leave? Are you suggesting we actually leave right now?”“Yes, that is exactly what I’m suggesting. I didn’t mince my words.”“But we can’t just leave her here! She’s helpless! She needs o

She had very interesting eyes; Henry noted. He prided himself on reading people at intervals; so when he looked into her eyes, he knew she was masking something. Other than looking like trouble, it was obvious she had something else going on for her. He wished he knew what it was. He wasn’t going to outrightly ask her. Hopefully she’ll get out of hi house now that she was awake.“Where am I?” she asked. “Please, tell me.”Henry patted Homer’s head so that the dog can calm down. Homer huffed laid down on his belly, upset that he was reprimanded. When the girl saw that the dog was now calm, she slowly relaxed the grip she had on herself. Her eyes were filled with fear. Fear and something else that she was masking. Henry has the urgent need to practically peel off the facade that she had.“Where am I?” she asked again.“You’re in my place. You were drunk and passed out, so I brought you here to recover. Now that you have, you can get going.”She stared at him as though finding it hard to

Both Louis and the girl stared at him. Louis had no thought of it, but the girl Henry had been watching her expression when he made that statement. Disbelief passed over her face; so strong that it stayed on for a little while. At first, Henry wanted to ban on it, but then he realized that he truly does not know this girl, so there was no way he could act on his natural instincts alone. He needed to put some things into place.Louis stood up and walked to him, then said: “An investigation? How the hell are we going to do that when we don’t have the device?”“Simple,” Henry said. “You hire one with the device.”He got up and went to a drawer at the end side of his living room. It was where he kept important information about people; their cards and the potential people he needed to call to put things into place, and in this case, an investigation.Henry searched through his drawers. He found the card he was looking for and threw it to Louis. Louis caught it in the air.“Call him,” Henr

“We can’t do that,” Louis whispered harshly. “Don’t you see she’s helpless and needs our help? She’s an orphan, Henry.”“An orphan who’s supposed to be in Russia,” Henry pointed out. “What the hell is she doing all the way in America?”“Russia isn’t that far from America.” Henry gave him a deadly look. “Okay, maybe it’s far, but we never can tell, alright? This girl needs help.”“Listen,” Henry said. “If you’re so hell bent on protecting her, why don’t you take her away with you? I need to have my rest.”“I have a wife,” Louis said, and that was it.Henry sighed and sat down. He saw the card at the armrest of his chair and he suddenly had an idea. If he could get a way for her memory to be probed into, maybe the girl would recover her memory and be out of his life. There was nothing he wanted more than that.He picked his phone up and was about to call the therapist when he stopped. This won’t do. He was done catering for a stranger, done trying to look into her records and see if the