5.

If things, as it may be said, happen for a reason then what reason could any two people have for waking individually in odd circumstances to say the least to a complete and utter loss of memory? Then what reasons could there be for these two people to have to come together in the lobby of a hotel in a town with which neither recognize other than one of the two having woke within the confines of a particular room here?

Could the hotel room in question possibly offer answers to questions not yet conceived? What relevance could said hotel room have in any of what has already occurred? And what relevance could it have on future events? Right now, everything is unknown, everything is a wonder.

Before heading up with Bonnie to her hotel room, Henry thought it prudent to find out a thing or two. Is the room still accessible? If they cannot get into the room, then there is no point going up to it. There is an opportunity right here to find out a thing or two too. It may be possible to find out what Bonnie's real name is, for she surely must have checked in somehow. Henry approaches the reception desk and Bonnie keeps her distance.

'Hi there ... Siobhan' he says to the lady behind the desk noticing her name badge. 'Hopefully you can help me out here a little. I have some questions.'

'Certainly sir, I am here to help anyway I can' replies Siobhan.

'My friend here ...' Henry gestures towards Bonnie, 'she is having herself a spot of bother, to begin with she is not much of a people person, and she is having a little trouble with her short-term memory. She came down from room 211 earlier today. Can you tell me if she still has access to that room?'

'I can check that for you right away ...' Siobhan clicks away at a computer console. 'That room has been paid for in advance for seven nights, last night being the first.'

'So, she is free to return to it.'

'Yes, one occupant, possibly your friend here.'

'Possibly?'

'Room paid for by a Doctor Archer at one minute past six yesterday evening, though no name is given for the possible occupant of the room.'

'So, she checked in as Doctor Archer yesterday?'

'No, from the notes I have on screen here Doctor Archer is a psychologist who recommends retreats here at this hotel for his clients and he booked and paid for this room.'

'Is there any reason as to why a client's name would not be given in relation to taking up an occupancy of the room?' But is she a patient? He wonders. She must be ... what if she is a hidden lover or something along that line ... such just doesn't seem ... right.

'Other than a desire for privacy, I would guess not.'

'Hmm, how odd ... there wouldn't be any way to contact this Doctor Archer fellow? I would certainly have a few questions for him, if he is a him.'

Henry turns to see where Bonnie is. Bonnie has nervously moved over to an area of the lobby where she is well away from anyone else. Siobhan sees this and notices the apparent concern the gentleman before her has for his friend.

'I do have a number for Doctor Archer ...' says Siobhan.

'You do?' Henry says turning back towards the receptionist with an air of hope. 'That's great; there could be an opportunity to get some answers here.'

'I am not supposed to give it out ...'

'Oh Miss ... Siobhan ... I wouldn't ask if it weren't absolutely necessary. You can see for yourself how withdrawn my friend is. If this Doctor Archer can aid us in anyway ... well that would be something. He did send her here for a stay, after all.'

'Well ... alright. I may be getting myself into trouble here.'

'I'll vouch for you if it were to come down to it ...'

Such a statement holds no meaning for Siobhan for she knows as little about the fellow before her as he does of himself, still, she is willing to help. The situation appears to call for such help.

6.

The trip from the lobby up to the room on the second floor was made in silence, not a word was spoken and for Henry, the short journey was made with a quiet reflection and wonder. Wonder at what all today has brought, what it has yet to bring. Could he have known before hand of what was to come? Could he have done anything to prevent this day? What happened in the days leading up to the memory loss?

Nothing he can do right now other than to go with it and see where things move onto from here. This Bonnie lady, she is odd, so odd that she may have been lost to the world if Henry had not come along. Now instead of being lost on her own, or for him to be lost on his own they both are lost together. Has this odd trait of hers carried over from her regular life into this great unknown? Quite possibly it has.

Indeed, not a word is spoken until they both have entered the room, a room as is so happens, indeed is numbered 211. The key card slides into its slot, not that there is any need for electricity for there is plenty of light coming through the room window that finding anything awaiting to be found should not be all so difficult.

'So' he says giving the room a quick glance over, 'have you looked around in here to see if there any clues as to whom you may be?'

'No, not even a little bit' she says moving over to the window to once again have a look outside. 'I didn't know how to react earlier, still don't. I was so freaked I guess I just left.'

'That's alright. We can look around together ...' she is still looking out the window and doing so in a manner which suggests that she may continue doing this for possibly some time to come, '... or not.'

He begins a more detailed topical look around first before possibly going through anything that may need opening. Nothing catches his eye right off the bat though that's alright too; there is plenty to look at in here including two pieces of luggage. Luggage, now that could be interesting, could it hold anything similar to what Henry had found in the duffle bag he woke with?

This luggage rests beside a wardrobe only a few feet away from the chair Bonnie had found her white and red dress laying on, earlier in the day. Her situation and nature more than likely prevented her from fully noticing this luggage or it may even have prevented her from investigating anything to a point she could look inside any possible luggage.

Henry takes both pieces of luggage and places them atop of the larger of the room's two beds. She is not paying any attention to him, so he is not going to ask for any kind of permission to open the luggage. If there is anything of note to be found, then he is going to find it. He unzips the larger piece first. Clothing, a lot of clothing, women's clothing, none of it looks new so it is quite likely that it all comes from Bonnie's former life, from the time when she wasn't ... Bonnie.

The second and much smaller piece of luggage has many bits and bobs. Hairbrush, comb, toiletries, coins, a mobile phone ... a phone ... perfect ... and it appears to be in full working order. Unfortunately, there are no names or numbers listed in the phone's list of contacts so unfortunate as it may be, there is no list of contacts.

So, there is no one to contact via the phone in an attempt to get some sort of information but then again there is someone who may be available for contact. Henry did acquire the phone number of this Doctor Archer fellow from Siobhan the hotel receptionist. This is potentially a good thing, only potentially though for who knows what this Doctor Archer fellow has to say, he might not have anything to say at all, only one way to find out.

There is yet another downside. The phone only has eleven per cent battery life left. There is no sign of a charger. The hotel reception may have a way to charge the phone but the sooner the call can be made to this Doctor Archer the better. To add some frustration to things Henry enters the number into the phone wrong.

'Damn it ...' he curses himself.

The number goes in correctly on the second try. There isn't any further time to reflect, the power is wasting so he doesn't delay is pressing the call button. The phone rings out ... five seconds ... ten seconds ... fifteen ... no answer ... yet.

'C'mon, answer' he says, frustration growing by the second.

Henry's tone is scaring Bonnie, she definitely does not like any kind of harsh tone. She turns her head to look his way. He ends the call without having his call answered. The phone's battery is now down to eight per cent. If there had been any doubt she was agitated before then she definitely is now. He waits about thirty seconds or so and makes the call again, counting off the seconds that pass by while it is not being answered ... then it is ... answered.

'Hello ...' speaks a male voice, a voice that sounds older, a voice that maybe sounds ... hurt ...

'Am I speaking with a Doctor Archer?'

'... Doctor? ... What?' speaks that answering male voice.

'You may not know me, but my name is Henry Corbin, and I am calling in regards to room 211 at The Mulberry Hotel ...'

'Where?'

'The Mulberry hotel sir ...', the phone beeps indicating that the battery is about to die. 'Sir if you can I need you to come to room 211. Please come right away ...'

That's it, the phone goes dead.