Nerd Knight Short Stories

A Nerd Knight to Remember: Part 3

Within a few moments, everyone quickly regained their wits and pieced together what they remembered of the last few minutes. The sports fans glanced around nervously as they realized that the game was suddenly over.

"Hey, can we have our bill?" one of them moved toward the bar to confront Dee. But the bartender wasn't moving. Slowly she looked up at the customer with a blank stare. "We'll... uh... just leave some cash on the table." He said nervously at the soulless glaze from the Rib Rack girl. And with quick motions, the uncomfortable group gathered their belongings and dashed out of the restaurant.

Dee just continued to stare at her surroundings as things slowly came back into focus. She was in a restaurant, she knew that. But that was all she knew. What was she doing here? Where was everyone else? What was her name? Everything was blank.

Slowly she got up and began to walk around. She was walking; she knew how to do that. But she didn't remember where she had learned it. She couldn't really remember any words, or what things were called, but some concepts of things were still an integrated part of her.

Her clothes felt strange, small and tight. Was this how people dressed? Then she noticed a pair of doors in the back of the restaurant. They were bathrooms. Bathrooms, she remembered, had those things that you look in to see yourself. Maybe that would help her remember who she was.

She crossed to the one with a symbol of a woman. Even though she wasn't wearing a triangle shaped dress, some deep instinct told her that the icon represented what she was.

She opened the door and walked in. The room was much stranger than the other area; it was smaller and filled with odd furnishings. There were other, smaller rooms with walls that didn't quite meet the floor or ceiling. There was a shelf with a bowl where she somehow knew water flowed. And there was a man hanging on a hook on the wall.

"Hi Dee," James smiled casually, "I'm just hangin' around." He quipped. "Get it?"

That wasn't normal, was it? Do men usually hang on hooks on the wall? She wondered.

"I really don't get why they think that it's a punishment to lock a guy in a room where he can watch women undress. They must seriously believe I'll catch cooties."

What were the strange sounds coming from the man? Dee silently asked herself. Is that something normal? Do men usually make those noises?

"Are they gone?" he asked, "How about getting me down." He reached toward her.

Was he attacking? Dee took a nervous step back as the arms reached for her. He couldn't do anything to her stuck to the wall, could he?

"Oh no!" James face fell as he realized what was going on. "Reticulians were here, weren't they? Did they erased your memory?"

She continued to stare at the strange sounds quizzically.

"Don't worry; I think I can fix this. Did you use the memory recorder? If you did, it would have automatically re-recorded your memory at that time. That will fix everything?"

Dee continued to stare at him.

"Come on, get me down. I can help!" James reached out in desperation, which just caused Dee to step further away. "Do you really want to perpetuate the stereotype that Rib Rack girls are mindless? Come on!"

Dee began to get scared of the loud, thrashing man on the wall and decided it would be safer to leave.

"No, Dee, wait!" James calmed himself and begged softly as she opened the door. "Please don't go. I can help you, but you have to get me down."