Steve reached forward and shook the woman's hand. His own hand was a little rough, large, and very warm. He had a firm handshake, and his eyes never left hers. They were really sweet. She had a very nice face.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ma'am." He said, and gently released her hand. "And you're absolutely right. My thoughts started with someone playing a trick, then went to some kind of mental illness."

He folded his arms across his chest. "I have quite a few questions, actually. About this place. Where's my bike, for starters? Do you know? Did someone take it?"