Strange.

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Touching my neck, my finger grazed along a cold metallic chain and I curiously looked at the silvery pendant which had this great stallion that looked somewhat majestic in its form. Moe walked up to me and held the pendant as it hung around my neck, observing it as if he were trying to recollect a memory.

“The man who saved me," I breathed, “He put that around my neck. I don't know who he is."

Moville seemed to be still taken by the necklace.

"Moe, what are you thinking?"

“It won't make sense." He responded, *It doesn't,"

“Finneas and I will check the surveillance footage." Ricard stated, “Perhaps that can aid Miss Grey in identifying the man."

As they both left the room, leaving Moe and the stranger behind I frowned at the pendant until I heard Moe's overdramatic sigh and flop on the sofa.

"Christ. What did I get myself into?" he moaned, I need a beer."

"I assure you, I don't think that's what you need." The stranger replied to Moe as he ended his call.

Attempting to stand, the m