Vance vaguely remembered being taken out of the truck and dragged into a small rickety house. They'd cleaned him, dressed his wounds, and given him water, which he'd drunk greedily. Then, he fell asleep...and now, he lay in a bed, with a strange, red-haired girl staring down at him from above.
"I said, who the hell are you?" he repeated, as his eyes flitted between the other inhabitants of the room. "You know what, on second thought, I don't wanna know."
Cliff moved forward. "Please tell me your name, and where you come from."
"Why should I? I don't even know where I am."
"Hey, enough with the attitude, kid!" Cliff shouted, his anger rising. "These people were nice enough to pick you up from the desert and save your life. The least you can do is let them know who you are!"
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