"Girls," comes a familiar woman's voice, "Shouldn't you BOTH be getting down to the ferry?" You turn, expecting to recognize the woman; her voice sounded so familiar, but when you see her, you find you can't recall where you might know her from. She's got an almost gypsylike demeanor and dress style, and she's staring rather firmly at the two of you. A foot or two behind her is that same familiar man.
"Oh, trust me, lady," you say, "I would love NOTHING more than to leave this fucking insane island!"
"Girls," the man says politely but firmly, "You're causing a scene. It's time for you to go." You glance around, noticing that you indeed have managed to draw a bit of attention from a couple of the locals, who are looking on in a combination of concern and amusement.
"WE'RE causing a scene, asshole?" You snap at him, "WE'RE causing a scene? Oh no, let me correct you. Only ONE of us is ranting about werewolves, and I can assure you it's NOT me!"
That was when things got really ugly, as Becky suddenly grabbed you by the throat, slamming you to the ground with an unholy force.
"Mind your betters, girl!" she says, a wild look in her eye as she bares her teeth at you. The locals shriek in shock at the scene as you prepare to defend yourself against Becky's sudden onset of insanity. (Which really when you think about it is no more bizarre than the random amnesia you're experiencing.)
Becky is suddenly pulled off of you, and you're lifted to your feet by the man. "Both of you, this is MY island!" he says, clearly furious. He grabs you both by the back of the neck, one with each hand. "Back to my place. We're going to have a talk." Smiling at the lingering onlookers, he says in a very pleasant tone, "I have this handled folks, these two just had a little too much to drink last night. I'm going to make them breakfast, and they'll be right as rain." The bystanders smile to the man, and head back of on whatever business they'd been on before seeing your little argument.
Moments later, you're both shoved back into the bar, the door locked behind you. "We're going to have a little chat, girls," the man says, "Because apparently, the point wasn't made clearly enough last night."