Chapter 1The only thing stranger than Guy’s strange kitchen was the strange man standing in it, calmly making soup. Fascinated, Guy watched as he moved around the room like he owned it, like he was in his own home. Dane Mathis. He had introduced himself as Dane, right after the doctor had explained that there was nothing wrong with Guy’s short-term memory.
“Do you want a sandwich?”
Guy didn’t know the answer to that question. It took him by surprise, and it caught him up. A sandwich wasn’t a simple matter. What kind of sandwich did Dane mean? What if he meant a cheese sandwich, and Guy accepted it, only to find he didn’t like cheese sandwiches? Would it be rude to refuse to eat it? How could he function in the world if he didn’t even know what kind of sandwich he liked?
“Guy?” Dane didn
