Evanford passed out the second his head touched the pillow. Soon after, some faded images started passing in his mind. It was tinted with smell – though, even in his sleep, Kevin realized that dreams can't smell. Someone's house... Everything was very vague, but oddly familiar. As Evanford struggled to distinguish something in the blur, he woke up. Images vanished, but the smell didn't go away. He took a puzzled look at Selena – she was standing in the middle of his room, brushing her hair with his comb.
“Breakfast in bed,” seeing that his eyes are open, the girl nodded at a plate with some porrige in it that was standing on the bedside table. When Silver got to the kitchen, she already came to her senses and almost forgot what she was after in the first place. But, as long as she had nothing to do anyway, Selena decided to cook porrige.
“Thanks, but this doesn't entitle you to wake people up at an ungodly hour and use someone else's comb,” Kevin said gloomily, trying the dish. A peculiar taste – sensory receptors told him that he ate that before, but his memory was refusing to reveal where and when.
“Not bad,” Evanford had to admit. “Where did you get the recipe?”
“A-ah, that's what my mom always used to cook. She taught me what spices to add to make it tasty. It's our secret, noone else knows the trick,” she winked cunningly. “Anyway, as for our plans for today... I've got a place I want to visit,” Silver glanced at her plastered hand. “But first I'd like to go shopping – get some shorts and top, because who knows what hoops we'll have to jump through just to stay alive – it's better to have fitting clothes.”
“Ok. And we'll also go to the police station, I want to report the stolen car,” Kevin scratched the bottom of the empty plate. The food turned out to be tasty, so he didn't even notice how he ate it.