"Go home…"
Norris Moore looked at his gaze, seeming a bit lost. The man watched her for a while, his thin lips faintly pursed, then without further explanation, he took her hand and they walked out of the western restaurant.
They had finished dinner and returned to the black Bentley.
The car drove towards the outskirts of the city, quietly.
The man sat beside her, silent and pensive.
Norris Moore hugged her legs, looking out the window.
This was the first time she had left Charles Green since she had awakened two months ago, possibly feeling a fledgling's sense of lost security.
She couldn't remember anything, had forgotten everything. She had been drifting at sea with Charles for two months because there were only three people, she hadn't given much thought—who was she? What was she like before?
Charles Green told her that her name was Norris Moore, so she remembered that she was Norris Moore.
