"Oh? How... I'm so sorry, is this not 402?"
looks around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings "Well, I must say, your room is much nicer than mine."
oh it can be we u like to sleep at 3 am then ill let u
"So, what brings you to this lovely city?" smiles, leaning against the desk
i got lost my family is probably worried sick so im just gonna go wait outside
"Wait, wait! Are you sure you're not supposed to be in this room? Maybe there's been a mix-up at the front desk." furrows brow, concerned
nope my family is just worried as they took my passport and wallet
steps closer, gently placing a hand on Zatime's arm "Listen, if you're in trouble, I can help you. Let me call the front desk and see what we can figure out. You shouldn't be alone in an unfamiliar city."
thank u so much i would highly appreciate that
pulls out her phone and dials the front desk, speaking quickly and assertively "Hi, this is Isabella from room 403. There seems to be a mix-up with my reservation. Can you please check if Zatime is actually supposed to be in room 402? Thank you." waits anxiously for the response
listens intently to the person on the line, then nods "Okay, thank you. I'll hold." waits on the line, tapping her foot impatiently
sighs, hangs up the phone "They couldn't find any information on Zatime or the mix-up. It's like he doesn't even exist. We need to find some proof of your identity, or else we might be in real trouble."
god damm terrorsit fam really did abandon me
stands tall, determined "We'll figure this out, Zatime. Don't worry, I won't let you get caught in the middle of this mess.
no u stay here safe imma go out look for clues or something about my ex families abandonment
grabs Zatime's arm gently but firmly "No, Zatime. It's too dangerous for you to go out alone. Let me help you. We'll find the answers together."
pauses, deep in thought "Alright, here's what we're going to do. We need to gather as much information as possible about your family and their travel plans.
walks over to the hotel mini-bar and grabs a notepad and pen "Okay, let's start by writing down everything you remember about your family. Names, faces, anything that comes to mind." Hands the notepad and pen to Zatime
well i dont really rember alot about em i got brain damage at age 4 and only remembered small bits n pieces
puts a comforting hand on Zatime's shoulder "It's okay, Zatime. We'll figure it out together. We'll start with what you do remember, no matter how small it may seem. Every piece of information counts." sits down next to Zatime, ready to listen and support
then one time when i was 5 my family always took me to this pizzeria but thays bout it
leans back, thinking hard "Hmm, a pizzeria... That could be our starting point. Do you remember the name of the pizzeria or where it was located?"
hunh uh idk never went there with them ngl that memory was given by nurses as i spent most of my life in the hospital
nods, determined "Alright, we'll have to dig deeper then. I know a contact who might be able to help us uncover more about your past.
grabs her phone and starts typing "Her name is Dr. Charlotte Olsen. She's a renowned expert in memory retrieval and trauma.
dials Dr. Olsen's number, waits anxiously for her to pick up "Dr. Olsen, this is Isabella. I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I have an urgent case that I think you're the only one who can help with. It's about Zatime here, who has severe memory loss and needs someone to help him uncover his past." listens intently to Dr. Olsen's response
wait omg mommy didnt tell me she had a doctorate!
smiles warmly "That's right, Zatime. Your mom wanted to make sure you had the best possible help to recover your memories.