[Slowly, Jack has been categorizing people in this town into different types. There's the people who arrived with him or who are struggling with memories both real and fake like him, sticking out like sore thumbs. There's the townies who act like they've lived here forever. And now he's realizing he has to leave room for a new category: people who've mysteriously showed up after his group last month.
The girl doesn't look familiar to him. He wonders which category she belongs to.]
That? [A curious echo as he follows her finger. Ever a "glass half full" type, Jack makes a thoughtful mmm before suggesting:] It looks like you've got yourself a little lawn guardian. Like a scarecrow keeping an eye on things.
[No, she's right, it's a little odd for this time of year.]
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The girl doesn't look familiar to him. He wonders which category she belongs to.]
That? [A curious echo as he follows her finger. Ever a "glass half full" type, Jack makes a thoughtful mmm before suggesting:] It looks like you've got yourself a little lawn guardian. Like a scarecrow keeping an eye on things.
[No, she's right, it's a little odd for this time of year.]
Is this your house?