( he sighs, head tilting as he struggles to peer in to the bakery. his hands fidget in his trouser pockets, as if aching for something to keep him busy. he sucks his teeth in contemplation. his tone is flat with boredom. ) And you think that's the weirdest thing? Not the residents? Or these signs posted everywhere? Or the memory loss?

( he turns to the teenager, eyes narrowing with study. the blonde hair, the ripped jeans, the t-shirt brandishing an unfamiliar logo. obviously, he's not a local: if he was, the stores closing for lunch wouldn't surprise him. so, a visitor, but one that just arrived, today perhaps. if that's case, maybe the teenager will have some idea behind how he ended up in this town. ) How did you get to this town?