He sits down, not looking at me. I sit in front of him, forcing him to.
"What do you mean, Carol? I am tired of this. So whatever it is just spit it out so we can move on." I say after a minute of unbearable silence.
"First of all, my name is Lucas." He says, looking at me, waiting for a reaction.
"Ok." I answer surprised. "So you know your actual name. And you lived in a mansion before."
"How did you...?" He asks.
"When we arrived at that mansion after the escape from The Lance a month ago, you knew exactly where to go. Where the master bedroom should be, while the rest of us looked for room on the first floor, just like at a base. Like you were used to live in a place like that. And then suddenly you became distant. Like something was on your mind. I am not stupid. I just gave you s
