“I was thinking about our situation,” James spoke loudly. “Apparently I’m the only one here who does think. A systematic search of the building would be our best bet. Go through each room and see what we find. Hopefully, it should tell us a bit more about what’s going on. We may be able to solve this mysterious ‘gist’ situation.”
“Gits,” Jeremy corrected.
“Stig, maybe?” Derren slid the cards around. “Does the word ‘Stig’ mean anything to any of you?”
James, Jeremy, and Richard all shook their heads. “Not a thing,” James said.
“Wasn’t that a book,” Jeremy asked. “Stig of the Yard, or something like that?”
“Dump,” Richard said. “Stig of the Dump.” He looked up at Jeremy. “If we’re laying bets on which one of us is a caveman, I know where my money is.”
“Actually, most cavemen were quite small,” James said. “Poor nutrition.”
Richard gave James a surprised look. “You don’t know your last name, but you know that?”
“I’d expect that,” Derren said. “With amnesia, you don’t necessarily lose factual information. Sometimes it’s only personal memories. Anything you learned in the past, you’d remember.”
“Really?” Jeremy set the hammer down. “You…Spaniel! What’s the horsepower of a Fiat 500?”
“It depends on which model. The original Nuova had just thirteen bhp. The D, the next model, had an…”
“That’s enough. Teeth!” Jeremy pointed at Richard.
“What’s wrong with my teeth?” Richard put a hand over his mouth.
“Nothing. That’s a very nice shade for porcelain. And the glow will be very handy if we’re ever stuck without a torch. Anyway, what’s the fastest road-legal production car in existence?”
“SSC Ultimate Aero TT. Beat the Bugatti Veyron in 2007. And my teeth are a perfectly normal color.” Richard turned to Derren. “Aren’t they?”
“They’re fine.” Derren smiled reassuringly. “Quite handsome, really. Are we going to play automotive trivia, or are we going to get to the bottom of this Stig business?”
“Gits,” Jeremy added.
“Gist,” James said.
“I suppose I’m stuck with tigs, then.” Richard sighed. “So how should we do this?”
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“I was thinking about our situation,” James spoke loudly. “Apparently I’m the only one here who does think. A systematic search of the building would be our best bet. Go through each room and see what we find. Hopefully, it should tell us a bit more about what’s going on. We may be able to solve this mysterious ‘gist’ situation.”
“Gits,” Jeremy corrected.
“Stig, maybe?” Derren slid the cards around. “Does the word ‘Stig’ mean anything to any of you?”
James, Jeremy, and Richard all shook their heads. “Not a thing,” James said.
“Wasn’t that a book,” Jeremy asked. “Stig of the Yard, or something like that?”
“Dump,” Richard said. “Stig of the Dump.” He looked up at Jeremy. “If we’re laying bets on which one of us is a caveman, I know where my money is.”
“Actually, most cavemen were quite small,” James said. “Poor nutrition.”
Richard gave James a surprised look. “You don’t know your last name, but you know that?”
“I’d expect that,” Derren said. “With amnesia, you don’t necessarily lose factual information. Sometimes it’s only personal memories. Anything you learned in the past, you’d remember.”
“Really?” Jeremy set the hammer down. “You…Spaniel! What’s the horsepower of a Fiat 500?”
“It depends on which model. The original Nuova had just thirteen bhp. The D, the next model, had an…”
“That’s enough. Teeth!” Jeremy pointed at Richard.
“What’s wrong with my teeth?” Richard put a hand over his mouth.
“Nothing. That’s a very nice shade for porcelain. And the glow will be very handy if we’re ever stuck without a torch. Anyway, what’s the fastest road-legal production car in existence?”
“SSC Ultimate Aero TT. Beat the Bugatti Veyron in 2007. And my teeth are a perfectly normal color.” Richard turned to Derren. “Aren’t they?”
“They’re fine.” Derren smiled reassuringly. “Quite handsome, really. Are we going to play automotive trivia, or are we going to get to the bottom of this Stig business?”
“Gits,” Jeremy added.
“Gist,” James said.
“I suppose I’m stuck with tigs, then.” Richard sighed. “So how should we do this?”