“Lale takes a” gander at his unshaven mug in a dirty mirror in an unclean gas station restroom. His mind freezes on the image and he wonders where he is, how he got there, and worst of all who he was. He looked down at his hands, possibly thinking they might give him a clue. Just then, a female voice trickles in from outside the door.
“Lale, sweetums , how long are you going to stay in there?”