Where Are We Going

He hasn't said a word since we left the state fair. I tucked my duster in tight as the cold from the rain has gotten a little bit worse. The stranger walked on ahead of me as I struggle to keep up with him. The pain medication's already starting to wear out and I left the bottle back home. Fantastic… We've been walking down the streets for what feels like an hour before he stepped down into the subway. I had difficulty stepping down the stairs without the pain shooting through my leg. It felt like my leg wanted to break under me. The stranger didn't seem to care about my situation. He just kept walking. It was like he was trying to leave me behind for something else.

"You said you would help me," I told him when I reached the bottom. "Recovering your memories and finding your wife," he replied, "not with your leg." I opened my mouth to say something bitter to him, but I thought it was best not to as he could change his mind and not help me at all. So for the time being, I just remained quiet. When we came to the tracks, a train had just arrived, its doors opening. When we entered, the doors closed, and the train began to move.

The stranger just stood there as I took a seat to give my leg a rest. Even from where I sat, I still couldn't see his face. As we rode down the tracks, my mind began to drift. Where are we going, I do not know. Now, it did strike me a little odd that he knew I lost memories of what happened yet reveal to me that the woman in the photo is in fact my wife. How did he know exactly? Who is he? A brother? A close friend of ours? A detective? So many questions are burning through my head.

As the lights from stations flashed by, my head began to throb, forcing me to close my eyes. Then the visions began to appear. We were in a movie theater, my wife and I. We laughed at a comical scene, which appeared blurry but it seemed like we were watching a comedy together. I threw a piece of popcorn at my wife, who in turn threw one at me. We continued to laugh more until an usher came in with a flashlight and kicked us out of the theater, but we didn't care. We just simply left laughing and having a good time. As we went to share a kiss, a car drove by and splashed a puddle on us, prompting my wife to scream before laughing. 

I snapped out of the visions as the brakes squealed to a stop. So from what it seems, we were having a date night… a date night that went wrong in the end. But what happened? I still can't remember. The doors opened and the stranger began to leave the train. I strained to stand up and I moved as quickly as possible to get out before the doors could close on me. I don't want to lose this stranger as he is the only one helping me. Or so he claims. "Where are we going?" I asked as we left the station. He gave me no answer. It stopped raining when we stepped outside but the man kept his umbrella open. 

"Where are we going?" I asked him once more. Yet again, the stranger didn't answer me. When we came to the end of a sidewalk, a group of people stood on the other side of the road. It seemed like they were having a nice night themselves. I grew impatient with the stranger. "Are you going to ignore me or are you going to answer my question?" When he still didn't answer, I continued. "Listen, you said you were going to help me but you haven't said ONE word about where we're going, who you are, or where my wife is and I'm already beginning to doubt that you are really helping me. In fact, I feel like you're just screwing around with me."

At this point, the people across the road stopped talking and stared at us, looking concerned. I didn't care if I made a scene in public or not. I want my wife back. "You will get your answers soon," the stranger said without a change of tone in his voice. It's like all I said didn't bother him. When the cross lights turned green, we walked across. The people crossing parted ways and stared at us in confusion, but it felt like they were staring more at me rather than the stranger. We soon came to what looked like an abandoned building. "We're here," the stranger said.