
There is definitely someone else out there. “The Lizard,” for lack of a proper name, has been in the back of our minds through this whole crazy journey. Faith reminded us that we know that The Lizard received a tattoo from the henna shop, just like the three of us, but could they have been the person helping Amanda paint Thornhill’s car on the security tape? Could they be the person driving the van when those moving boxes nearly killed Nia on the sidewalk? Could The Lizard be following and helping us more than we know? What an eerie thought.
Who is The Lizard? And why have they not come forward? Pretty much everyone in Orion knows that we are looking for Amanda, if The Lizard wanted our help they would have come to us, right? Even Thornhill came to us after Amanda went missing (I suppose the spray painted lockers gave it away a bit), why wont this mystery guide show themselves!
SHOW YOURSELF LIZARD! …I guess that was worth a try.
Anyway, on a similar note, I had a pretty strange experience the other day. I was on my way back from the library when I got a text from my dad.
PICK ME UP ADVIL PLS. –YR DAD
He had been building a new table over the past few weeks and not sleeping very well so I imagine that the combination of no sleep and the sounds of a power saw was giving him a headache. I stopped at the nearest pharmacy, snatched a bottle of extra strength and went to the register to pay. When I got there, the woman at the counter gave me a ghostly look. I squinted at her, she looked so familiar as she took the bottle from my hand, scanned it.
Where had I seen her before? I was racking my brain, trying to fit her face on to some memory. And then it came to me: THE RIVIERA! Of course! She was the woman who gave us the tour of the model apartment, which was where Amanda had said she lived (among many other places). We had gone there hoping to find her in her platinum wig reading Shakespeare, but instead found the place empty. Empty with the exception of this woman.
She had told us that certainly no one was living here and that she didn’t know anyone with the name Amanda. She did mention someone named Chloe, although she seemed quite unsure.
“Hello! I think I met you while looking for my friend at the Riviera,” I said to her as I handed her the money for the Advil.
“You must be thinking of someone else,” she stammered and then immediately put up a sign that said BACK IN 15 MINUTES and disappeared into the back room.
