The Park, Saturday morning
Sophie had been on her way to J,GoB for some coffee, happily contemplating the run of the play, her next caper, and Geoffrey, when suddenly
WHOOOOOOOOOOOSH
A random rickshaw recklessly ran into her, leaving her sprawled in the street, her purse rolling down an inconvenient storm drain. Dazed, Sophie passed out, her head knocking against the pavement. Five long minutes later, she awakened, looking around. "Hello?" Pause. "What's my line?... wait." Staggering to her feet, Sophie rubbed her head ruefully. "Oh dear. I seem to have forgotten who I am..." Her eyebrows went up. "But at least I know I'm British." She glanced down. "And I have fabulous shoes."
[yup, Sophie's amnesiac too. Feel free to confuse her even further with theories and alliteration.]
WHOOOOOOOOOOOSH
A random rickshaw recklessly ran into her, leaving her sprawled in the street, her purse rolling down an inconvenient storm drain. Dazed, Sophie passed out, her head knocking against the pavement. Five long minutes later, she awakened, looking around. "Hello?" Pause. "What's my line?... wait." Staggering to her feet, Sophie rubbed her head ruefully. "Oh dear. I seem to have forgotten who I am..." Her eyebrows went up. "But at least I know I'm British." She glanced down. "And I have fabulous shoes."
[yup, Sophie's amnesiac too. Feel free to confuse her even further with theories and alliteration.]