Restart-A KOTLC fanfic

Six

She makes herself comfortable on the dirty park bench. She can't help thinking about the comfy bed at Grady and Edaline's house. No. It's better with humans. She crumples up her sweater and lays her head on it. About forty minutes later she falls asleep.

She wakes up with a groan. Her neck is killing her. Stupid sweater. Then she looks up. There's a clock store across the street. All the clocks say it's four am. FOUR AM?! SHE'S LATE! SHE HAS TO GET OVER THERE! Ohnoohnoohnoohno. It's a ten minute walk to the McDonald's. She runs as fast as she can to the restaurant. The lights are off. Zero cars in the parking lot. She runs to the door and tries to pull it open. It's locked. Is it some kind of prank? What the heck? The nerve of that stupid lying ugly- Her thoughts are cut off by a cough. A black man steps out of the bushes. He's smoking a cigarette. "Did it happen to you too?" he asks. "Wha-" "The lie. Where they tell you to come for your shift early- when the restaurant doesn't open 'till seven." Anger boils up inside her. "So that's what they did?! Why?" "They don't want black people- like me- or females- like you- working there. They think it would scare customers away." "What? That's so horrible!" The man doesn't answer. After a moment of silence he says, "Where are your parents? You shouldn't be here all by yourself." She really wishes she can tell him the truth. Or the closest thing to it. Why not? "I just got Alzheimer's. When I woke up from my coma- everything was too much. I ran away. I thought I could start a new life here. With people who don't have memories of me that I don't remember. And here I am." He studies her thoughtfully. "I think you should go back. This town is miserable. And who knows- maybe your memories will come back to you." "But if they don't- I'd be an outcast. Not knowing anything." "You should try. If you don't like it- you could always come back. But you shouldn't. Even if you feel like an outcast- that's better than living on the park bench. And everyone hating you. Give it a shot." Sophie looks at him. He has kind eyes. "I'll think about it. What's your name?" He looks uncomfortable for a second. "James." "What's your last name?" He flinches. "Why does it matter?" "It does. Tell me. Please." "Com."