Reala poured four glasses of black rum. “So where are we and why am I the landlady of this bar?”
Fuen leant back on her stool. “Do you remember anything before you came here?”
“Bits and pieces,” replied Reala. “I know I had a life, but I don’t remember it.”
“You might not have had a life,” said Yuffie.
“I did,” affirmed Reala. “It’s just elusive in my memory. Like whether I turned the washing machine off at the plug last night.”