Wait...where am I? How did I get here?

[Sly Cooper]

Walking and talking, not always something that Damon was every very good at, but he would give it a shot. "Maybe, if we talk and you hear a word that is associated with what you were supposed to be doing, you'll get your memory back... Well kind of."

He brushed the hair out of his eyes and gave a quick glance around, then put on foot in front of the other, then paused. "Wait where are we going?" He supposed that there didn't have to be a destination, but finding your way certainly was made easier when you knew where you were headed.

[Jamie Brooks]

Jamie just realized something.. she made bad decisions, and wasn't ever good at them. She stood there for more than a few seconds her eyes scrunched up in thought, and her finger lied against her lip tapping it lightly.

"I got it!" She burst out deciding she felt clever for her new idea, "We go... wherever I end up pointing at!" To show him what she meant she spinned around, and stopped her eyes closed her finger outstretched. She looked, and she found that she was pointing directly back into town.

Phew! Oh wait was that a good thing? After all she could wind up seeing someone for example the preacher. No, she firmly decided she would hide as soon as she spotted him. Yes, that seemed the most reasonable thing.

"That a way!" She exclaimed taking quick steps in her decided direction, but it was probably TOO quick of steps because suddenly she found herself falling towards the dusty road below. If their was a will, and a way Jamie would find it even if it was the most silly things.

She managed to not land on her face, but that still didn't mean it did not hurt, "Ow." She exclaimed having to stop herself from tearing over.

[Sly Cooper]

Damon watched Jamie carefully, one eye brow raised and the other eye scrunched up. She almost made thinking look like it hurt. Although, at times it did seem to hurt. Terrific, she seems to know about as much about this quest as I do...

He jumped back slightly when she exclaimed, the moment she began spinning he covered his eyes with on hand and wrinkled up his forehead in worry. If she pointed somewhere out of town, then it was sure that they would be killed, or stoned, or even brought back and made and example of... wait what's the difference?

Damon peeked between his fingers the moment she came to a halt. Town! Thank He Who Walks Behind the Rows, that could've ended badly. On the other hand, maybe she would've forgot where they were going and then headed back to town.

No, no, no, don't take advantage of a person's disadvantage... or make fun of it, it's rude and not nice. Damon smacked himself upside the head for even thinking of it, hoping she didn't see. She didn't notice, but that was because her face appeared to be in the road.

"Oh dear..." Damon himself was not known for being graceful, especially with his newly squired six foot stature he wasn't quite used to. He felt sympathetic. He bent forward and lent out his hand to help her up, that is if she would take it.

[Jamie Brooks]

Jamie was wondering if she had any marks, bruises, or scratches visible. Probably not, by now she was so used to running into so many countless things, falling over the most pointless things, and just overall getting herself hurt.

Of course she didn't refuse his offered hand, and she gladly took it thinking it of a gentleman move to do. She remembered what that word meant too. Her mother used to call her father that all the time.

"Thank you." A wide smile grew on her face, but she winced when she was standing full up right, "My leg hurts." It felt as if she had been stung. Her mind was addressing the pain, and momentarily she put the thought of finding her memory out of her head.

[Sly Cooper]

"You're welcome," words that automatically came from his mouth. His parents had taught him manners after all, and he was going to use them. Or was it sinful to use them because he got them from adults and adults were sinful....

He tilted his head to the left and examined her, "You want me to take a look at it?" That may be taken the wrong way, "Would you rather have someone else look at it? I'm not one of the healers after all.... I know some stuff but..." he went on to himself mostly.

"It's probably just scraped." Damon forged a reassuring smile.

[Jamie Brooks]

Once more Jamie trusted his judgment even though she still tried to keep a big open mind. She also had the fearful thought that if she say a healer, and they said it was bad (even though that was doubtful) she may get sent to the preacher, or he would come to her. Something bad would happen.

With those scary thoughts she shook her head quickly, "N-no! Can you please look? Just in case something bad happened? Like an infection?" Just because she was afraid he would take his words back or rethink something else up she played an awful card. The famous puppy dog eyes, "Please?" She added more impact then really needed, her eyes pleading, and her bottom lip quivering only the slightest.

[Sly Cooper]

"Oh...okay, I will take a look." His eyes widened as he gave him her puppy dog eyes. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea for him to look since he wasn't a healer, and if someone came along it could look mighty wrong. But if it was what the girl wanted, Damon was sure to comply as always. "You have to show me where it hurts, okay." He said timidly, and ran his slender fingers through his hair, pushing his bangs from his eyes.

[Jamie Brooks]

Jamie smiled happily at his acceptance, but then she looked around realizing this wasn't the best place to heal someone. And she felt much more watched.

"Can we go somewhere? Is there a empty hospital?" Was there? She didn't think so, but then again because of her amnesia she could be wrong. Still...

She took a step for wards to test out the pain, and instantly pin pointed where it hurt. "There." She pointed to where the possible wound was. She was pointing at her leg just enough to pass her knee, and come up to the beginning of her thigh, of course she was wearing jeans so the wound was impossible to see. She liked to keep her jeans, not liking to wear the clothes approved by the preacher only. She wasn't sure if it was a scratch or what, but that was the area that throbbed, and hurt.

[Sly Cooper]

"No, there isn't a hospital for miles round. I think it's in the next town over or so, but I'm not sure that Hemmingford has one either..." Damon thought about it for a couple moments, and then scratched his head. "Well, we should probably go somewhere, even if its in the field a bit," He looked in toward the stalks.

Jamie pointed out the pain, "Well..." he blushed madly, "You're going to have to roll up your pant leg... _{or pull down your pants}" He felt sinful just for saying it. Well not more like he was feeling sheepish, but he often times got the feeling mixed up in his head. "Why don't you sit down while I take a look, unless you'd rather not."

[Jamie Brooks]

Hemmingford.. the words trailed in Jamie's mind. She really didn't like them the last time she crossed there paths, they were only rude, and mean. No, defiantly not there. She wasn't a fan of corn either, but she could deal with it more then Hemmingford, and it seemed easier.

"The fields would work..." She trailed off taking in his next words which quickly dawned on her, and she didn't need to read his expression to understand that. She quickly spoke before both of their minds could wander which didn't help because the more she thought about it the more she wandered, "I can roll it up!" She managed without not sounding TOO flustered. I mean he's (VERY) good-looking, and all, but isn't that not allowed? Usually she didn't take the preacher's words too seriously, but when she knew things had a habit of winding up with death as the outcome she stayed far away. Was that the outcome for those thoughts? Ok, stop thinking! She mentally kicked herself letting her mind go like that was bad.

She turned, and strolled as best she could to wards the fields before he could notice her face beginning to blend with her hair.

[Sly Cooper]

Keep your mind on the corn, boy! Damon's face turned red. Although yes, the thought of such things scared him, he was a teen aged boy, and it had a habit of wandering. He smacked his forehead, trying to knock the thoughts out. Think of corn, lots and lots of.... boring... drab...stagnate... stale... corn... On the other hand when something is that boring how can your mind not wander. He rolled his eyes, and followed Jamie into the corn. "Then... I guess wherever you want to sit down, we can get this done with."

[Jamie Brooks]

Jamie didn't turn around afraid of the expression she would see would be the same mirrored image on her face. What was that word her brothers used to tease her about...hormones? Yes that. She had a feeling that applied strongly here.

When she decided she was well in the fields (which wasn't really that far, but enough to be secluded) she plopped herself down already fast at hand with rolling up her pant leg. Wincing at the small pain it caused her.

She hit a problem. Her jeans wouldn't go that far up. So she looked up at Damon, and smiled sheepishly than speaking, "Do you have a knife? It won't go up all the way." And it only needed a bit more to go. Fudge, what rotten luck.

She didn't have a knife on her to cut it with, but she knew for a fact that she wasn't going to take off her pants. THAT was crossing lines she was very unsure of. Also it would just make her extremely noticeable, and shy.

[Sly Cooper]

The moment Jamie found out her pants wouldn't roll up that far, Damon panicked. As if the situation didn't seem like a bad one to get caught in before, but having to... no... no it would happen.

He raised an eyebrow. "I'm supposed to carry a knife with me, but I found that for the most part... I don't have anywhere to put it, so I end up setting it down and losing it." He dropped his head in shame, "Sorry..." He was always supposed to have a weapon on hand, and the one time he need it He Who Walks Behind the Rows forbids he would have on. No of course not.

"What are we going to do now?" Damon groaned quietly to himself. "I could give you my shirt to cover up with... but then I would be exposed, and that might kind of counter act what we were trying to do... Not that I, and most of the other boys, don't go without shirts in the fields when it gets really hot." He shook his head, the red speeding from his face to his ears. "That summer sun can be harsh," out came the justification.

[Jamie Brooks]

Jamie decided two things first they were once more stuck. Two he liked to ramble a lot. Which only appealed to his looks making him more cuter then necessary. Jamie control yourself! The little voice squeaked in her head trying to bring order to chaos. That did no good to stopping a grin spread on her face.

But it quickly vanished when she realized that this indeed could prove a potential problem. "Um..um..." She looked around frantically for anything to help her, which wasn't working, and instead made her rise to a very pouty state, "What are we going to do!" She once more tugged on her jean, but that did no good, it wasn't going to budge like this. She also didn't want to get him in trouble for something that wasn't his fault.

"Oh off with it!" She muttered angrily, and with that stood up abruptly unbuttoning her pants, pulled down the zipper, and was about to just tear her pants down right there, and then when she stopped a idea coming to mind. "Hey how about we go find a knife in any of the empty houses! I'm sure we'll have to find something." She was very giddy about her idea that she didn't remove her hands from there place on her pants, and instead remained frozen, her eyes returning to his to see how he thought of the idea.

[Sly Cooper]

The sound a zipper makes. Zip actually. Yes, that is the sound. Damon's cheeks turned bright red when he heard that noise, knowing full well what it was. He turned his head, which was silly because if he was going to examine her, he was going to have to look anyway. Zip, what a funny sound... that must be why they call it zipper!

"An empty house, yes!" Damon saw many flaws in that solution, such as they weren't ever supposed to go into the old houses. And the other... well there wasn't any. Even if it was the worst idea ever, Damon was not one to speak up and say "No that is a terrible idea!"

Instead, he grabbed his shoulder and looked down at her (because she is shorter) and nodded his head. "Yes, that is a great idea. That is exactly what we will do." Besides, it couldn't be worse than the girl dropping her pants in front of a boy.