The leather seat squeaked beneath Erik for the millionth time. He’d been trying to find a semi comfortable position in the back of the police car for the past five minutes. It was far too cramped and made his knees press painfully against the plastic partition. The car smelled vaguely of rotting egg salad sandwiches.

The two officers, named Darryl Westburn and Mark Choi as Erik had figured out from their car ride so far. And so far it was not a good car ride.

Coupled with the awkward seating and weird smells, the officers had been badgering him with unanswerable questions. He had no idea what officer Choi could’ve been scribbling down in his small leather notebook as he asked questions monotonously.

“You say that you woke up on the roof, how did you get there?”

Erik meekly responded, “I don’t know.” He kept his gaze on the shadows forming in the sky. As though they were far more interesting than they really were.

Still obviously displeased, they continued down their annoying line of questioning. Erik didn’t know why they were even trying, it's not as if he knew the answer. “What happened to your eye?”

Rolling his eyes for the millionth time Erik replied, “...I don’t know.”

Officer Choi scribbled more things out into his notebook. His writing was the loudest sound in the car other than the squeaking tires beneath them. Erik admired the quiet of the car as he watched the clouds above float along the sky. “Why were you missing for three days?”

Huffing deeply, Erik was finally fed up, “I don’t know! I can’t remember anything! I didn’t even know that I worked at the museum an hour ago!” He roared before it turned into a low pant, “Please…just stop asking me questions because I can’t answer them.” His heart palpitated and pounded.

Rain began to patter the window. Crashing and banging against the glass like fingers trying to break through. The sky had turned inky black with slivers of it only illuminated by the greying clouds as the car turned another corner.

The officers in the front whispered to each other, their gazes set on seeing past the angry sleets of rain. Officer Choi questioned, “Did you see this on the weather forecast today?”

The windshield wiper screeched against the glass like a scream, “Nah, last I heard it wasn’t supposed to rain till Friday.”

“Weird,” Choi provided before turning back to the man in the backseat, “Then why did you show up to work?”

Sighing heavier and profounder now, Erik felt his eyes become heavy with exhaustion, “...I don’t know. It was someone who knew me and told me where to be. I didn’t ask questions, I just did it.” Pressing his face into his hands, Erik could feel his pulsing forehead. Everything seemed so out of control and he had no idea what to do.

Finally the car came to a stop. The police station seemed to be teeming with sweat. Almost boiling and blistering Erik could feel the tiny dribbles of sweat breaking down his neck. He needed to either crack a window or find a fan. Apparently the rain hadn’t helped at all.

Erik was sitting on a little metal chair next to Officer Darryl’s desk in the middle of the station. There was a little metal ring where the chain of handcuffs were slinked through, instead Erik fiddled with it as he sat.

Officer Darryl didn’t say much, instead he was typing furiously at his computer. Though it was awkward because he only used two fingers at a time. Looking over at Erik his scowl deepened, “Don’t play with that.” He berated.

“Sorry.” Erik dropped the ring, it clanked against the edge of the desk.

“I’ll go ahead and cancel that missing persons report. At least now your partner can stop harassing us.

“My partner?” His eyes widened expressively.

“Talvi? Talvi Koskinen?” Officer Darryl looked past him to Choi, “We should really get a doctor in here or something.”

Erik stood awkwardly, following the steps the officers made. He heard the heavy boots before anything else.

“Who is that?” He leaned over and quietly questioned before the person came closer.

“That’s Talvi…” groaning slightly Officer Choi continued, he was obviously not happy to see them, “Your partner.'' Wearing heavy boots with a blue button down and beige sweater, Talvi’s blond hair framed their rosy lips. They had a pronounced cupid's bow and such blue eyes that he felt like he was looking into the tropic cerulean oceans and sapphire skies.

“Really?” Erik looked over to Choi and exhaled as a minute smirk crossed his face. He shifted in his seat, his mouth a little drier than before.

Though his smirk fell as soon as the stranger’s angry eyes were dead set on him. Immediately they began to holler wildly, “You miss our date so you can play some joke? I’m literally going to kill you!” Before he could even get a word in about the confusion, they continued, “I thought you were dead!”

“What happened to your face! Where were you?!” Their warm palm held up his cheek and inspected the black eye. They stood very close to him, the tips of their shoes touched.

“Uh…” Erik’s eyes widened, completely unsure of what to say,  he nodded and reminded himself of their name. “This is Talvi…my partner?”

Pressing backwards only a fraction of a step, confusion muddled their features. The blue of their eyes turning steel blue, “Why are you saying it like that?”

They looked over to the officer expectantly, one eyebrow raised above the other. The officer responded statically, “He’s apparently experiencing some amnesia. Has this happened before?”

Talvi huffed and pressed a hand to their hip, dropping their hold on his cheeks, “What do you think Darryl?! What kind of question is that?”

He raised his hands out in surrender, “I don’t know, I was just asking.”

Talvi twisted back to Erik, less confusion and more concern now, “What do you mean amnesia? You’re not joking?”

Erik looked back over to the officers, his heart beat began to stutter, “I-I’m not joking.”

“You’re not joking?!!” Their eyes went wide, trying to process the information.

“I’m not joking. I don’t remember anything. Nothing. Not a single thing! I feel like my head has been completely emptied.” He stopped his rattling with a slightly panting chest.

Talvi watched him for a couple seconds longer, before turning to the officers with squared shoulders, “What do we do now? Doctor?”

“We’re trying to track down his general practitioner for a formal diagnosis but obviously he doesn’t know and there’s nothing about it in his files or on his insurance. Do you know who his GP is?”

“Yes,” they nodded, slightly tottering back and forth in impatience, “I’ll take him there now. Thank you for finding him.”

Officer Darryl’s eyes slightly squinted suspiciously but his phone began to ring and so he was whisked away. Talvi and Erik made their way out of the sweaty police station.