There was a long pause. Everybody knew the brooch and they knew it was associated with someone, but none of them could remember who. It was as if their memories had been wiped, like in a typical kind of Christmassy sci-fi film. Try as they might, they couldn't quite remember who.
"Perhaps it'll come back to us later", Rary said, used to the vagaries of memory.
"Maybe", mothhawk said, doubtfully.
"Anyway", said Greenishfing, "Why don't we compare this brooch with your map, Rary? See if the match up in any way."
"Apart from the skewwhiff cross, I don't see any similarities", Rary replied as he handed the map to Nicos.
Now this is odd, Nicos thought. The map reminded Rary of this garden and this one reminds me of mine. ·"Who's been mapping our gardens?", she said aloud...
"Perhaps it'll come back to us later", Rary said, used to the vagaries of memory.
"Maybe", mothhawk said, doubtfully.
"Anyway", said Greenishfing, "Why don't we compare this brooch with your map, Rary? See if the match up in any way."
"Apart from the skewwhiff cross, I don't see any similarities", Rary replied as he handed the map to Nicos.
Now this is odd, Nicos thought. The map reminded Rary of this garden and this one reminds me of mine. ·"Who's been mapping our gardens?", she said aloud...
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