Veronica rubbed her temple. Her brain hurt. None of these people remembered who they were. She didn’t remember who she was either, it seemed like the plot of some bad movie or something. How could a bunch of people just forget who they were?

She listened to what the people were saying. Was it a little crowded in here? Did that even matter right now? She was making a lot of observations, but not saying a lot. Maybe she wasn’t much of a talker, not like Molly here seemed to be.

Everyone seemed pretty nice, but Veronica still didn’t feel at ease. This entire situation was strange and hokey, like someone was putting on a matinee show and they were the puppets. If that were the case she’d like to find out who the hell was holding the strings and say a thing or two.

But this is real life…not a puppet show.

She sighed. This whole thing was awkward and it didn’t make sense. How in the hell could a bunch of people just forget who they were?

Her mind kept flashing to the girl in the photo. Lilly. She didn’t know why, maybe the girl had been important to her once upon a time.

“So no one has any idea how they got here or where here even is? That’s just…perfect.”