2.5

"what is this place?"—Willy.

"Its our place...stop complaining."—me.

Willy came to the warehouse the next day. He was alone and smiling like the first time he was. I guessed that he was hoping to see Rose wrapped in white towels as it was her place. He didn't knew what Rose had planned for him.

He walked inside the sitting room with a worn out sofa and the only bean bag that was comfy.

"Where is she?"—willy.

"she will be here...take a seat."—me.

I sat down on the sofa because he had helped himself to the bean bag. The chair which looked like a prop from some show was for Rose only.

"So tell me...do you remember who you are?"—me.

"why would I not?"—willy.

"But do You?"—me.

"I can't seem to remember anything before Last week...I am sure it is just a minor issue."—Willy.

"What about the white room?"—me.

The expression on Willy's face changed as if he was faced with a ghost. He was blank; his eyes were wide open and filled with fear.

"Willy?..."—me.

"What?.."-Willy( startled)

"Tell me about it."—me. I leaned forward and placed my hands folded on my knees.

"Well..."—Willy.