Cameron walked beside Henry, still confised and curious. He decided to ask him a few questions. Maybe that would refresh his memory.
"So, what do you like to do?" Cameron asked.
"Stuff." Henry replied quickly, obvious he didn't want to stay on the subject. Cameron strained his brain for more questions.
"So where'd you use to live?"
"Why'd you move here?"
"Little sister died there."
Suddenly the bus squealed to a stop, causing them both to jump. They climbed on and found a seat near the middle of the bus. Henry still seemed familiar to Cameron.
But that was just a coincidence.