Sarah awoke with a start.
Where am I? she thought as her head spun. Oh my God. Where are my clothes?
She sat up on a couch under an unfamiliar window. The view outside was of a back yard, but not one she could place. She noted that the room was pretty barren, except for the couch and a couple of wooden chairs. Everything seemed to be covered with the same sheer white material which served as her only covering as well.
“Well Good Morning Miss Sarah Snoop,” a gravelly Texas drawl remarked as she sat up.
“Shane?” she replied almost involuntarily.
“You expecting anyone else?” he retorted.
“I, I, ” she began and then trailed off.
Okay, I went to ask him about the Vietnam medal because he wasn’t on the data base. We chatted, and then – then he gave me some tea, she recalled trying to reconstruct her own past movements.
“Darlin’ I need you to do a little something for me, and I might just let you out of here,” the Texan said earnestly.
“What?” she replied starting to tear up.
“I want you to read something aloud for me.”
He handed her a card, and she began to read. “Hey Danny, It’s Sarah. I had some business to do in Tulsa, so decided to dip down to Austin and check out Shane. He’s the real deal. Twenty years a Ranger, and he even got the Silver Star in the war. It’s right here in his records.”
“Not bad, but try it again and make it sound a little more natural,” Shane said.
After the third attempt he was satisfied, and had her make another recording telling her mother that she was going out of town for a few days.
“Now my dear, we have some business in the kitchen.” She didn’t like the way he put a strange emphasis on the word deer.