On the Phone

"Fine," Stacy responded uncertainly. This man seemed to know her pretty well, but she wasn't sure if she should tell him about her memory loss yet.

"That's good," said the man. "How's the scroll coming along?"

Stacy was certainly interested at this. "It's coming along quite nicely," said Stacy. "I've translated it, apart from the part that was eaten by worms, that is. It's a little sketchy, but it's probably useful."

"Thanks," said the man. "You know, it's a good thing you know medieval French. None of the medieval French professors at the university would believe me. They thought I was a nut. Could you email me a translation?"

Stacy was a little unsure of what to do. She didn't even know this man's name, much less his email address. "I'm not sure what your current address is," she told him. "I think you told me that you were changing it."

"No," said the man, "same as always."

Stacy thought. He hadn't said what his current email address was. "Actually, I can't email you," she said. I'm having problems with my account."

"Too bad," said the man. "That will make things a bit more difficult. We'll have to discuss the scroll at the Telos."

Stacy had no idea what that was. "The what?"

"Don't be silly, Stacy. The Telos Cybercafe, the place where we meet, at six, every Thursday. To tell the truth," he said, "I really don't like it that much. But at least it's someplace where the Professor probably won't be."

Stacy was startled. The Professor. That was the man who she had been talking with at the donut shop. What was going on here?

1. Stacy comes clean and tells the man about her memory loss.
2. Stacy decides not to tell him just yet.

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