32. Mystery Man – Almost a Bad Memory

 Dorothy and Rebecca spent the afternoon shopping for clothing for their mystery guest.  By the time they got him into their car, after sunset, he was wearing a t-shirt, loose jeans, and sneakers.  He sat in the back, looking out at buildings.

            Dorothy steered around a corner, staying in the right lane.

            “Up ahead.”  Rebecca said to their passenger.

            He pressed his face against the glass.  They passed a nearly vacant lot surrounded by yellow police tape.  He stared long and hard until the car passed by.  He momentarily closed his eyes, seemingly concentrating.

            “Remember anything?” Dorothy asked once he opened them.

            He shook his head.  “It’s all blue.  Blue fire.”

            Rebecca patted his shoulder.  “We’ll figure it out.”

            He shivered.  “Something bad happened there.  I just wish I knew what.”