Who: Carson Beckett and Sage What: Random meeting, equally random confusion When: Monday evening Where: The library Warnings: TBA but probably none Status: Closed/On-going
Carson had figured out a few things about himself, but only a precious few. He had figured out his name, that he was a doctor, that he worked at the clinic. That his medical knowledge was still there. It'd taken him a little while to remember all of it, but he had -- which was good, he'd been able to work at the clinic instead of being utterly confused like most people.
Of course, it also meant that when he wasn't working, he was hiding from most people -- it was getting a little exhausting, knowing so many people didn't remember who they were. Exhausting because he was in the same boat, and because he wanted to help but couldn't because he was in the same boat.
Stupid boat.
The library had proved to be an exellent place to go so far -- quiet, calm, and even with people wondering what was going on, it still felt... easier, somehow. He couldn't explain it and wasn't going to try. One less headache that way.
He was heading to put a book on the unwanted book cart when he bumped into a woman. "Sorry, sorry," he said.