"What else could I do? I was terribly frightened, and Donald was so calm and assuring. I didn't really think I had lost my memory, you know. I mean, I _couldn't_ believe it. I didn't seem bewildered or anything, I just could not remember anything. Am I making sense? Anyway, I felt it would all come back to me any moment, and I went on living from one moment to another, and here I am and I still can't remember anything." * * * * * "What was Donald's reaction when you told him you didn't know who you were?" Victor asked her. "As a matter of fact, I didn't tell him right away. I was so afraid, I just went along with him.... Oh, it's so hard to explain." "He didn't realize that you were acting strange, bewildered?" "Well, you know," Mimi said, "we're not talking about a normal man, remember. I suppose if I acted sort of, you know, lost, he attributed it to our recent trip through time. _I_ don't know. Anyhow, he seemed to accept me." "Let's get back to this time-travel bit. When did you realize that he thought you had both come from another time?" "The limes really make the drink, don't they?" she asked. "Well, it came out sort of gradually. I'd listen to him really closely whenever he talked about the past, naturally. I was trying to find out about me without telling him, I thought he'd get all excited and all, and of course he did when I finally told him but by then it was all so different and I'm afraid I've gotten confused. Where was I? Oh, you need a refill." "Thank you," Victor said, "I forget myself exactly where it was you were. Is that right? Where you was it were? No, I'm sure _that's_ wrong. Where were you it was, I think. Does that sound better to you?" "Isn't that peculiar?" she answered. "Could it be where I was you weren't? No, now I'm being silly, and I can't for the life of me understand why. After all, this is a serious affair. Or at least I wish it were. Was." "What?" "I remember, damn it," she said. "We were talking about _Don_ald again. Well, he kept making these remarks about coming through time and of course I didn't understand what the hell he was talking about but I thought because of my not remembering anything and all that I better just not say anything so I didn't, but he kept on and little by little I got the idea, the general idea anyhow, but what on earth could I do about it? And then he started talking about it was time to go back and all that, and I _cer_tainly wasn't going to go floating off in any old _time_ machine whether he was nuts or not, so I just kept putting him off the best I could but he started getting so impatient that finally--what was that? I think there's something wrong." * * * * * They both sat suddenly quite still and listened, but they heard nothing. "I hear nothing," Victor said. "That's it," Mimi hissed. "He's not snoring anymore. He'll be here any minute. Act natural. Have another martini."