"You just going to stand there?" the attendant called to Jennifer.
She spun around towards the voice. She recognized it immediately as her husband's. "Daniel," she said, walking towards him.
"Yes? Do I know you?" he asked.
"Know me? Daniel, it's me. Jennifer."
"Sorry, lady. But I don't know you."
"What are you talking about?" she asked. She paused as she took a closer look at him. His clothes were different. He was wearing a mechanic's outfit that was stained with oil and grease. "Daniel. Your name is Daniel Johnson, right?"
"Of course." He paused, then focused his attention directly on her. "What's this all about? Who are you?"
Jennifer just stared at him. He wasn't joking around. He really didn't know who she was. What the hell was going on here?
