reach for his hand
"Well, I really have no idea." you reply nonchalontly.
"You mean you have no memory?" said the young man with a
puzzled look on his face.
"Precisly." you say.
"Well........"
He grips your hand tightly, and ever so carefully helps you to your
feet. You are dizzy for a moment, and while you steady yourself he
asks you why you were lying in the abandoned crate.
