“What’s going on? I don’t know anything.”
“Don’t be silly. You must know something. That’s why you’re here.”
“And what exactly do I know?”
“I still haven’t figured that out yet.”
“Oh, of course! I’m chained to a table and you’re acting like I’m a prime suspect and yet you have no evidence against me!”
“That’s exactly why you’re here.”
“I’m telling you, I don’t know anything.”
“Nothing? Really?”
“Yes, nothing! Well, I do know some things. But nothing about this! Wait, what even is this?”
“Ah, questions. We have a few of our own we’d like you to answer.”
“I’ve told you, I don’t know anything!”
“Then why don’t we go over what you do know?”
“How would that do anything?”
“I don’t know. Maybe asking you questions will jumpstart your memory. Or maybe your answers will.”
“I highly doubt it.”
“What have you got to lose?”
“...Fine.”
“Wonderful. You don’t mind if I jot down some notes, do you?”
“Actually-”
“Great. What’s your favorite color?”
“Really?”
“Answer the question.”
“Blue.”
“Favorite food?”
“Sushi.”
“Got a taste for luxury, do we?”
“Just continue.”
“Fine. Hair color.”
“Brown.”
“Eyes?”
“Also brown.”
“Hazel, then.”
“Sure.”
“Sex?”
“Excuse me?”
“What is your sex?”
“Oh, uh, male.”
“Got any relatives?”
“It’s just me, my sister, and my mother.”
“How old is she?”
“You can’t just ask my mother’s age.”
“I meant your sister.”
“Oh, she’s five.”
“How sweet. Social class?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Social class.”
“Lower, why?”
“Does it matter why? We’re jumpstarting your memory, remember?”
“Ha, ha.”
“What about friends?”
“Lewis Anderson.”
“No others?”
“I’m not very social.”
“Do you have a significant other?”
“I’m sorry?”
“A partner. Do you have a partner?”
“No.”
“But you used to.”
“That was a long time ago. Can we hurry this along, please?”
“Why? Got a hot date?”
“Just ask the next question.”
“What were you doing on Monday at seven o’clock?”
“Seven in the morning or afternoon?”
“Both.”
“I woke up around six-thirty, ate breakfast, and then-”
“What did you have for breakfast?”
“Uh, waffles. And I made some sausage, too.”
“Do you prefer your waffles plain or drizzled with syrup.”
“Syrup, of course. Why?”
“A friend of mine prefers them plain and we had an argument a while ago.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Alright, continue.”
“Where did I…? Oh, then I took Kathy, my sister, to school. On my way home, Mom called and asked if I’d go shopping for groceries. I did that and by then it was time for lunch.”
“And what about seven in the afternoon?”
“Oh, right. Seven is when we eat dinner together. Mom made pasta that night, using the tomato sauce and noodles I got from the store earlier that day. Then I put Kathy to bed. I stayed up with Mom watching her show late into the night. Then we both went to bed. Does that help at all?”
“Actually, it does.”
“Good. So, can I go now?”
“Just one more question, please.”
“Fine, what?”
“What’s your name?”
“Thomas. Now can I leave?”
“Unfortunately not.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because, Thomas Sterling, you’re under arrest.”
Author Notes: I got bored so I wrote this. I hope it isn’t too random, lol
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