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Driving through the bar is a very pleased KARR. His scanner darts back and forth rapidly as he drives, and if anyone is close enough, they might hear him humming. More specifically, they might hear him humming 'Yankee Doodle Dandy.'

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At some point in the night, (millitimed for great crack) Ace is in a booth, systematically going through her pockets and trying to identify the things she doesn't remember putting there. It's something to do besides slowly go mad, anyway.

She does look up as a humming car goes by.

...

Maybe it's like those musical horns. Just... continuous, like.

KARR stops as he notices Ace and goes in reverse. "Hello, Ace. Not hiding today, I see..."

Blink. Blinkblinkblink.

The car just talked to her.

Eh?

So she does the logical thing.

"Hullo car. No, I'm not."

"So your migraine's gone, then. Good. How are you?" His scanner moves rapidly-he's still in a good mood, even if his humming's been put on hold.

If Ace knew what Karr is talking about, she'd have some words for him. Loud ones.

But she doesn't.

She replies after a few minute's consideration.
"Alive seems to be the best I can say for it."

His scanner slows. "If you don't mind my asking, what happened?"

She shrugs.
"I haven't the foggiest, that's the problem. All I know is I woke up in London without knowing how I got there, and when I tried to go for help I got dumped in a bar where everyone seems to know me, and are all quite distressed when I don't remember them. Suppose I should add your name to that list?" Her tone is a touch strained - she's had this conversation entirely too many times for her liking.

"Er...yes. I'm KARR. I suppose it'll all come back you...eventually. It sounds like you amnesia. You don't remember getting hit in the head or the like, do you?"

She shakes her head.
"Nope. Woke up near Marble Arch with a blinding headache that hasn't bothered to go completely away yet. I'd imagine sommat happened." She's a trifle clueless as to what, however.

Probably for the best.

"Ah. Well, hopefully you'll find out what it was soon enough. What do you know?"

"About?" That's a rather broad question to ask. "If you mean about my life, I think I've got most of it. I know everything about the bar is gone... and possibly some stuff about the Doctor, but how would I know?" She shrugs. She's trying not to think about it.

"Hm. I'm afraid I can't offer you any advice-memory recovery in humans isn't one my areas of expertise. Maybe rest would help?"

She shrugs.
"If it does, maybe something will change." In truth? She's not hoping for a reversion back to 'normal'. She doesn't think her luck's that good.

"Possibly. As I said, human memory isn't my specialty. Have you talked to anyone here who's a doctor?"

She shakes her head, no.
"Not really fond of the medical type. Though I suppose it might be a good idea." Maybe. That potion stuff some doctor had left in the medical kit hadn't gone over well, now had it?

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