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'What are you looking at?' I asked him, returning his smile and raising my hand to shield my eyes from the sun.
'I'd forgotten how beautiful you were.'
'Oh, stop!'
'I'm not kidding,' he replied as he jumped to his feet and hugged me tightly. 'I'm really missing you.'
'I'm missing you, too,' I told him, 'but where are you?'
'I'm not exactly sure,' he replied with a confused look. 'Strictly speaking I don't think I'm anywhere – just here, alive in your memories.'
'This is my memory? What's it like?'
'Well,' replied Landen, 'there are some really outstanding parts but some pretty dreadful ones too – in that respect it's a little like Majorca. Would you care for some tea?'
I looked around for the tea but Landen simply smiled.
'I've not been here long but I've learned a trick or two. Remember that place in Winchester where we had scones that were warm from the oven? You remember, on the second floor, when it was raining outside and the man with the umbrella—'
'Darjeeling or Assam?' asked the waitress
'Darjeeling,' I replied, 'and two cream teas. Strawberry for me and quince for my friend.'
The island had gone. In its place was the tea room in Winchester. The waitress scribbled a note, smiled and departed. The rooms were packed with amiable-looking middle-aged couples dressed in tweed. It was, not surprisingly, just as I remembered it.
'That was a neat trick!' I exclaimed.
'Naught to do with me!' replied Landen, grinning. 'This is all yours Every last bit of it. The smells, the sounds – everything.'
I looked around in silent wonderment.
'I can remember all this?'
'Not quite, Thurs. Look at our fellow tea-drinkers again.'
I turned in my chair and scanned the room. All the couples were more or less identical. Each was a middle-aged couple dressed in tweed and twittering in a Home Counties twang. They weren't really eating or talking coherently; they were just moving and mumbling to give the impression of a packed tea room.
'Fascinating, isn't it?' said Landen excitedly. 'Since you can't actually remember anything about who was here, your mind has just filled in the room with an amalgam of who you might expect to see in a teashop in Winchester. Mnemonic wallpaper, so to speak. There is nothing in this room that won't be familiar. The cutlery is your mother's and the pictures on the walls are all odd mixes of the ones we had up in the house. The waitress is a compound of Lottie from your lunch with Bowden and the woman in the chip shop. Every blank space in your memory has been filled with something that you do remember – a sort of shuffling of facts to fill in the gaps.'
I looked back at our fellow tea-takers, who now seemed faceless.
I had a sudden – and worrying – thought.
'Landen, you haven't been around my late teenage years, have you?'
'Of course not. That's like opening private mail.'
I was glad of this. My wholly unlikely infatuation for a boy named Darren and my clumsy introduction to being a woman in the back of a stolen Morris 8 was not something I wanted Landen to witness in all its chilling glory. For once I was kind of wishing I had a bad memory – or that Uncle Mycroft had perfected his memory erasure device. Landen poured the tea and asked:
'How are things in the real world?'
'I have to figure out a way into books,' I told him 'I'm going to take the Gravitube to Osaka tomorrow and see if I can track down anyone who knew Mrs Nakajima – it's a long shot, but who knows.'
'Take care, won't y—'
Landen stopped short as something over my shoulder caught his eye. I turned to see probably the last person I wanted to be there. I quickly stood up, knocked my chair over backward with a clatter and aimed my automatic at the tall figure who had just entered the tea room.
'No call for that!' Acheron Hades grinned 'The way to kill me here is to forget about me, and there is about as much chance of your doing that as forgetting little hubbies here.'
