Wales felt good. His memory was slowly coming back. He was fairly certain that he was  running from someone or something. Perhaps it was monsters or vampires ?  Couldn’t be sure.  He politely noticed the owner was making some kind of amazing drink and it smelled delicious. ( His sense of smell is even better than a canine )<br/><br/>The girl at the far wall was still writing something down on her pad of paper and the nice  waitress was cleaning up.  The only ones he was worried about were the two sitting over at the bar.<br/><br/>He caught a smell of cleaning fluid coming over from the waitress / cleaning lady , and it triggered something in his mind.  A memory of running through an old warehouse of some sorts.  It’s pitch black inside and he’s carrying a wooden spear.  Something is chasing him. Vampires ? He crashes into some old buckets and they spill their contents all over the floor.  Cleaning fluids.<br/><br/>Shaking  himself back to reality he’s worried about what people are going to think about him.  “ I must look like some kind of a madman or insane person “ he whispers to himself.  “ get ahold of your self you fool.... you got to pull it together “