Third Floor Hallways, Saturday Afternoon
Secret Agent Gerard was pacing down and up the length of the hallway on the third floor.
So, someone had wiped his memory and that of his secret-agent partner, Will Jonie, and had left them in the hallway of what appeared to be a dormitory of some sort.
And whoever had done it had wiped his mind so thoroughly, he couldn't remember what a 'burger' was, though Jonie had assured him that such a thing really did exist.
Secret Agent Gerard Smith (Smith seemed like a very functional last name, as he couldn't seem to remember having a last name, either) was looking for clues. Which mostly involved stopping next to the garbage can, glowering at it for a moment, and walking away from it again while he tried to work up the nerve to check inside of it for possible bombs or flesh-eating parakeets.
It could happen.
(The hallway is open like an open thing.)
So, someone had wiped his memory and that of his secret-agent partner, Will Jonie, and had left them in the hallway of what appeared to be a dormitory of some sort.
And whoever had done it had wiped his mind so thoroughly, he couldn't remember what a 'burger' was, though Jonie had assured him that such a thing really did exist.
Secret Agent Gerard Smith (Smith seemed like a very functional last name, as he couldn't seem to remember having a last name, either) was looking for clues. Which mostly involved stopping next to the garbage can, glowering at it for a moment, and walking away from it again while he tried to work up the nerve to check inside of it for possible bombs or flesh-eating parakeets.
It could happen.
(The hallway is open like an open thing.)