[There isn't anyone to think much of - he's been alone for almost ten years at this point, wandering around trying to make a quick buck. But she takes offense and Stan puts his hands up to try and undo his words.]

Eesh, alright! And it wasn't a box, it was a car trunk. They...

[He trails off, looking a little unsettled. The flames climb higher around them, whipping closer to both of them. He reaches up and holds his temple, as if that will help him remember somehow.]

They were taking me...somewhere?

[Who are "they"? And why can't he remember what they were going to do to him? This just happened! He knows he didn't want it, that he was going to die wherever they were going, but...he can't remember. He can't even remember where they are now, or where they came from. Something about a desert feels familiar but it's not enough. He could be anywhere right now!

He looks at this weird lady who rescued him when she didn't have to (for some reason) and realizes something. For some reason, she seems more familiar than anything else around here. She's not being consumed in fire.]

Wait. ...Wait, do I know you? Do we know each other?