1931

Carl's  magic gold card does it again, and not even is Kenny permitted to pay his share.  The intense evening sunlight paints a subtle gold cast over the surrounding forest.  Everyone has resumed their usual seats, Kenny on the right and Erik on the left behind me and Carl.  Suddenly this slips out of my mouth, "Kenny, you know more, a lot more than you were letting on at the diner." "I don't know whether or not I should dignify that with a reply." "You just did", quips Carl. "Out with it", i command. "I didn't want them to know." "Tommy and Carey?" say I.  "Okay.  Fair enough." "How much do you remember?" says Carl. "A lot more than I am about to say." "So you were faking the amnesia." "Not entirely." "Not entirely." "Carl, listen, I actually was in a brain fog till we arrived at the diner." "And what pulled you out of it?" "The conversation.  Look, usually after I've been there the amnesia is total, and also for Amaris, and we have to spend hours together before we can coax each other into remembering, and that is also just when we are ready to return.  But there's something else at play. It completely messes with our sense of time.  You guys are already aware of this phenomenon.