They took the elevator to the ground floor in silence. Once outside, the girl walked towards one of the several Activas parked alongside the footpath. She took a key out of her pocket and opened the boot storage, handed Michael the helmet within and wore another one that was hanging off one of the handles. She started the vehicle and motioned Michael to get on behind her. 

“So where are we going?” she asked, once they had found their way into one of the city’s jams soon after leaving.

Michael for some reason had assumed she knew the answer. He hadn’t considered the fact that maybe she was there to just give him a lift. 

“I’m not sure,” he said.

“Well, you’ve got to pick a place,” her muffled voice said. 

Michael thought hard, typing to conjure up any memory of his home that he could. There was nothing. Everything that he knew about life before the water hit his face in the bathroom had disappeared. 

“You can drop me off somewhere,” he finally said, “Anywhere. I’m not sure where I need to go”

“I don't think your friend would be happy about that,” she said. 

“Who?”

“Your friend who asked me to find you and drop you off safely.”

“I’m not sure who you’re talking about.”

There was silence again for a few moments as they weaved through the traffic. 

“Ok,” the girl said, “Clearly something is going on with your memory and as much as I should, I don’t feel like abandoning you on the street.”

Michael listened carefully, trying not to miss anything that the passing vehicles punctuated with their noise. 

“What you can do is stay at my place for the night. Your friend’s going to meet me tomorrow to settle our payment anyway. So you can just leave with him then.” Michael thought about her invite, debating internally if he should accept it. He didn't really have another option and so agreed. 

Another half hour later, they were in front of a three storied building. 

“Get off,” the girl said. “Wait here.”

She went ahead and parked her scooter in the parking lot. Michael looked up and saw a board that said ‘Latha’s Girls’ PG’. He waited for her to return. 

“Now before I smuggle you into my room,” she said as she came back outside, “we need to get rid of whatever it is that’s dead in your bag”