Post by rubyiguess on Feb 22, 2019 6:39:53 GMT
It was a dark day—maybe normal for this time of year, but today the big city felt even darker and more sinister. I’d just waltzed into work. Turns out Father McCartney went and got himself bumped off. Our dead buddy here was found dead, drowned in a pool of syrupy molasses. I couldn’t help but remember the paper’s headline a month or so back: “Local Nun found dead in Tragic Molasses Accident” Was there any connection?
A private eye stands in his office. It looks this will be another case to remember. The private eye is about to launch into another monologue, presumably about himself and the weather as he walks to the scene of the crime when he finds himself suddenly drawing completely blank when he tries to remember his name. Thankfully, he knows precisely where to look for his name.
Standing up, he looks at the door to his office where his name is conveniently written for anyone looking for him, although he'd never thought he'd be the one trying to find himself. Ah, yes, now you remember.
Your name is...?
Standing up, he looks at the door to his office where his name is conveniently written for anyone looking for him, although he'd never thought he'd be the one trying to find himself. Ah, yes, now you remember.
Your name is...?
