After a week at the hospital we were on our way back home. Home. To me that meant nothing. I am still nowhere. The cats and Lena keep trying to encourage me to try and remember things. I have to try and work my brain. They keep telling me things about my life, but it’s just hollow details to me. The cats want to return to our “original” home in Canada to pick up things that had been taken from us, like their special collars. Apparently we have extras of everything back there. So we pick up what we can and “hide” the rest so no one can find it, in case we keep being followed. Right now it doesn’t look like anyone on the plane is following us. But we have the whole first class section, Daniel (Baldwin) made sure of that. So we are quite private here.

Being able to understand the cats is a big plus for discussing our plans privately. Daniel (Baldwin) has made arrangements for his limousine to pick us up at the airport and there will be a man and woman that will look as close to us as possible. They will even be carrying a pet carrier just like mine. They will be in the car already and will be dropped off at a hotel. They are the decoys. Then we will meet a taxi on one of the streets where Lena and I, with the cats, will then get out and into the taxi and go back to the airport. But we will stop and get something to eat first since we have to kill some time before our plane leaves for Canada. This plan should work nicely, unless they leave someone at the airport just in case we return.

But hopefully that won’t happen, and hopefully these people, whoever they are, won’t know where I actually live. Maybe seeing my old place again will help my memory. Well, here we are back at the airport and boarding our plane to Canada. I’m beginning to not like planes. The cats are riding on my shoulders to get a good look at people. We are in the first class section again. No one appears to be following us this time which is a relief. Lena seems quite calm through all of this, but she said working with me in the past has helped her in this regard. Too bad I’m not calm. It’s quite late when we finally get home. Hmm, just an ordinary suburban type house. We go in and look around.

“What is all that?”, I ask. Meow,meow!=That my play structure! We going to get bigger one for the chateau! I looked. “They come bigger than this one?”, I ask again. Meow.=Oh, can get much bigger ones. They nice, help us keep in shape. I still can’t get used to the fact that these cats talk. Yet Lena seems to think it’s all quite normal. I’m really missing something about my life, that’s for sure. We stayed for a few days, but nothing here helped me with my memory. We picked up everything we needed, and hid some other things in different locations. The cats explained what some of these gadgets can do. Actually, there is some interesting things here, perhaps being a PI isn’t so bad after all.

Except that it seems like a good way to get killed. Tomorrow we head back to France. “I may not know who I am, or what is going on,” I said, “but we have to find out what’s going on, who did this, and bring those killers to justice.” “Now that’s like the Steve I know,” said Lena, “and I’m coming along to help out, I will be your memory right now.” “Hmm, that seems like a good idea,” I said, “and what about you two?” Meow,meow!!=We ready for action again and we help memory too!! They both responded at the same time. I’m talking brave, but, I’m scared. I pick up my gun. I’m getting flashbacks of times I used it. Or are they parts of dreams? Or is this the dream? I’m still nowhere.

To Be Continued.

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