Once we locate the ATM, Alesha and Jenny stand at the corner while I walk up and down the street in close proximity to it. I look all around me, trying to absorb the atmosphere… trying to remember if I’ve been here.
“I don’t recollect this ATM as being one I’ve ever used.” I note it has no features to distinguish it from any other. I see an antiquarian bookshop on the opposite side of the road. It’s very distinctive.
“I recognise the bookstore. I know I’ve seen it before. I can’t quite figure out why, but there’s something about this vicinity that’s familiar.”
“What is it? Do you think you’ve been here recently?” Alesha asks.
“I don’t think so,” I reply.
I’m racking my brain, trying to remember. Alesha and Jenny are looking around them for inspiration, but there’s nothing they can say
