“What I mean is that you were brought here against your will like I was. We can’t leave, either. People have tried.” His mouth fixed into a frown. That was the part he hated most - Being unable to leave. In his life so little was beyond his own will, but this was. He could have tried and tried to hit the road for Los Angeles and it wouldn’t have mattered how badly he wanted to be there. He would simply wind up at that stupid tree stump again.
“I’m guessing your memory loss has something to do with the force that’s keeping us here. It’s called the Nemeton and sometimes it likes to screw with people. This is the ultimate mindfuck.” Josef sighed. It crossed his mind that he should tell her about himself, but he banished the thought as soon as it appeared. Veronica was in a fragile state. She probably call bullshit and then, when he proved he was telling the truth, she’d probably run as fast as she could for the hills.
The elevator doors opened and he gestured for her to walk ahead of him. “Ladies first.”