His name was Austin Woods

Penelope's POV

Strange.

That was weird.

I hadn't experienced this since my memory loss. I couldn't help but feel my scalp go numb as those blue eyes stared at me so attentively. Perhaps it was the Treme, or perhaps it was something else.

What was wrong with me?

"Penelope! Penelope!" The man in front of me clutched my hand, worried, as if I were his entire universe. Upon turning to look around, I discovered that I had inadvertently found myself in what appeared to be a hotel room.

"He just ran out of ammo on the last shot, but are you okay? Do you need a doctor?"

I shook my head and attempted to back away, but the man held onto my hand.

"Penelope, do you still hate me?" His azure eyes had a gleam that resembled a lovely, warm summer lake.

Strange... Why did I feel like crying too?