Carl really thought that he was Lucinda Leon, the character from the book. And as Lucinda, she had none of Carl's memories.
Lucinda jumped in her convertible and sped away. She was a dynamite driver, especially when she was being chased. But, oddly enough, that wasn't the case right now. She fully expected a half a dozen military jeeps and at least a couple of helicopters to be chasing her. But there was nothing.
She sped down the road, swerving around cars that were going to slow for her. And after a few minutes, she caught the attention of a cop that was watching for speeders. He put on his lights and drove in pursuit of her.
She looked in the rear view mirror and smiled. Finally. Now the fun would begin.
Back at Carl's apartment, the bookmark hourglass was half full.
