"I see." He regarded her sternly. "What is your last recollection prior to awakening?"
"I don't know.... Yes, I do!" She sat up, then sank back and covered herself again as he glared disapproval. "I was in the Blue Grotto—It was getting late, and I had just left my card—like I always do—at a table where two men were drinking. One of them said, 'Sure, we want a reading.' Then I sat down, and that's all I remember."
"All?" he insisted, as if questioning a reluctant student.
"There was kind of a strange odor...."
"I know."
"You do!" She bolted upright, forgetting the sheet. She looked accusingly at him.
"Naturally, I recall the same odor. How else do you suppose I happened to wake up in this bed?"
"I wondered."
Lucifer turned back to the window in time to see two men, in the same plastic tunic and leggings he was wearing, approaching the front of their bungalow.
"We have visitors," he said. "Perhaps we shall also have some answers. While I greet them, I suggest that you make an effort to acquire some kind of apparel."