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came back into the room and stood there. She looked at Lisa and lipped the words, “You told him?”
    Lisa nodded and lipped, “Give us a few minutes.” Jet nodded and looked down as she left the room.
    Lisa stayed with him until he regained his composure. Mark looked up with red eyes and he cleared this throat. “I need to see my brother.”
    Lisa stood up and said, “Go ahead and get dressed. I’ll be waiting outside in the hallway.”
    After she went out and closed the door, Marked picked up his clothes. He noticed they had been cleaned and neatly folded. When he stood up to get dressed, his muscles felt a little sore and his body ached, he saw his right side had several cuts and bruises. When he was dressed, he stepped out into the hallway where Lisa waited for him. He ran his hand over his shirt. “I want to say thanks. I appreciate the clean clothes and what you did for us.”
    She nodded. “You’re welcome. We’ve been trying to keep up with everything while we still have electricity.” She paused and her expression became serious. “Before you go in, I need to tell you something else. He’s having trouble remembering things.”
    “Okay, but I didn’t remember the accident either.”
    She was silent as she tried to figure just how to word it. “It’s not just that, he doesn’t remember where he is or what’s going on. He remembers his name and who he is, but other than that, he has little to no personal memories at all.”
    This was very difficult for him to hear. All he had left was his brother, now he might not even have that. “Does he have a head injury?”
    “Nothing we could see. It just might be from stress and his mind has locked some of his memories up. I knew of someone years ago that had it happen to them. It took time, but everything came back.”
    Lisa opened another door and walked down the hallway. When he looked in, he saw Jeff inside sitting on the bed talking to Jet and Dedee. Dedee had long sandy-blond hair and he though she looked a lot like Lisa, just younger. They were smiling and seemed to be having a good time. Mark closed the door and found his way to the kitchen. On the floor next to the table was all of their gear and duffle bags. He knelt down and opened them.
    Lisa came up behind him. “Did you talk to your brother already?
    Mark glanced at her and shook his head. “It looked like they were having a good time. I figured it would best if I let him enjoy it.”
    Lisa brought in another bag and set it down. “Here are all your weapons. I was just curious, I was going to go out with Jet and see what we could scrounge up for food. And… well… would you like to come with us?”
    “Sure, but why not let them have fun? You and I could go out a grab some things. Just let me get my gear together.
    Lisa hesitated, she usually didn’t trust someone she just met, but for some reason her gut had already told her he wasn’t a danger. She went over and started to put some shells into her shotgun.
    Mark came over and looked at it before asking, “Have you ever fired a pistol before?”
    “Yes, once a long time ago.”
    “Come over here.” He reached into the bag and brought out an auto pistol. “This is a Glock 17, it fires 9mm rounds.” He dropped the magazine, cleared it, then handed it to her, “Let me show you how it works.” He stood behind her and started to reach around, but stopped. Feeling a little nervous, he asked, “Is this okay?”
    She nodded. “Yes, but only to show me how to use it.”
    As he reached around her, his arms touched hers and she felt a tingle. It was like static electricity dancing just above her skin. It caught her by surprise and she became distracted for a moment.
    “Here is the safety. Just pull it back flush with the trigger like this, then continue to pull the trigger back. Remember; never rest your finger on the trigger. The only time you touch it is if you’re going to shoot. Hold it just like this. This hand goes here and the