Following my encounter with the woman, I felt more trapped than usual. I assumed what I was feeling was similar to a normal person’s reaction at being left behind and I could not put out of my mind all the fantasies I had briefly entertained of our life together. Forget what I said about being trapped. I was haunted; and I wished I understood what might lay inside the mind of those with stable memories. Would I soon forget her, too, as I had forgotten everything of my prior life?
All the old questions rose in my mind, joined now by new misgivings. Was there something tying me to this dead town? Could it be possible that I had actually spent my entire life in this place? Was the sense of some distant familiarity, recently sparked by the woman’s extravagant descriptions, just a way of looki
