Scarlett grabbed hold of the book when Miles gave it to her, recognising her own handwriting and calming a little. She tried to breathe easier but she was finding it difficult and her hands shook as she looked through the pages, reading her own scribbled notes.
"Miles," she said, reading the name on the page and reading the rest of the instructions she'd written for herself. "You're Miles Bletchley, I'm Scarlett, I'm suffering from memory loss."
She put her hand to her forehead as memories started flooding her brain and audibly winced at the pain lancing through her head. "Hurts. I- Was I playing pool?" she asked. "I don't remember anything."