Sul Sul set out on his exploration of the town.
It’s beauty was astounding and the hours soon disappeared.
As the sun set, he found a small wine bar.
“Wait, you’re the guy that washed up on the beach this morning?” said the bartender.
It seemed news travelled fast in Tartosa.
“You know about that already?”
“Course, bro. We’ve been comparing theories. There’s some pretty insane ones man, but I’m pretty certain I know you’re actually an alien who crash landed from Sixam.”
Sul Sul raised an eyebrow.
He suddenly felt like everyone’s eyes were on him.
Sul Sul slipped outside for a second.
Relief suddenly flooded him. A police officer was stood there.
“Heeeey! You’re the guy from the beach!”
“Not you too… look, I was actually wondering whether you might be able to help me, officer?”
“Huh? Help you? Oh, umm, sure… What’s up?”
“It sounds like you already know.”
“Hmm. But as far as I can see there hasn’t actually been a crime? Though I guess that depends which theory you listen to… man some are wiiild.”
Sul Sul felt irritated.
“So you should investigate?”
“Huh, I guess. I’ll get back to you on that.”
Sul Sul almost headed home, but gave the night one final chance.
He met a wonderfully kind-natured lady named Nancy Landgraab, who seemed rather interested in him.
“You can tell me anything. I don’t gossip. I’m actually known as somewhat of a Samaritan. Always happy to help a Sim in need.”
As the evening drew on, Sul Sul realised Nancy’s intentions may not have been quite so innocent.
Yet he didn’t mind, for her demands of him to craft her a love song led to a first discovery.
“You play beautifully,” pined Nancy.
“I do… It feels natural. I’ve done this before.”
Perhaps in joy at fitting the first puzzle piece, or just in culmination of a rough day, Sul Sul & Nancy ended their night rather intimately.
Intimately, as in, in a dumpster.
If there’s one thing Sul Sul hadn’t forgot, it was how to have great woohoo.
He walked back to Daisy’s villa with a stride in his step.
As Sul Sul approached the villa, a rather flustered Daisy emerged.
“You’ve been gone a while. Why do you smell like garbage?”
“Ha… yes…”
“Never you mind. There’s two SIA agents here for you.”
“For me?”
“Yes, dear. Regarding the circumstances of your appearance. Come quickly.”
Sul Sul felt a rush of relief and excitement.
The SIA agents were surely here to help him.
Maybe they even knew who he was already.
He hurried to where they sat, Daisy struggling to keep apace.
“Ah, finally. You must be ‘Sul Sul’. You kept us waiting here for quite some time.”
Sul Sul and Daisy took a seat each.
“I’m Agent Karl Fizz. This is my partner Penelope Fuzz. We’re here to question Mr Sul about his arrival in Tartosa.”
“Question? Aren’t you here to help me?”
Agent Fizz shot Agent Fuzz a look.
“That depends, Mr Sul, on why exactly you’re here.”
“He washed ashore with a severe case of amnesia!” Daisy countered. “That’s why!”
“Allegedly,” said Agent Fuzz.
“This is absurd,” said Sul Sul. “Your SIA. You’ve got military ties, surely. Talk to them!”
Agent Fizz sighed.
“They say you aren’t theirs. Though with how they go off book these days, I’m unsure.”
“Well… I’m sorry to disappoint you, but as I said, I don’t recall a thing before Daisy found me.”
Agent Fizz turned to Daisy.
“Remind me, Mrs Chain, how exactly it was that you just so happened to find him on that beach this morning?”
Daisy seemed offended.
“Look, will you help poor Sul Sul or not?”
The agents both fell silent.
“Agent Fizz will work with Mr Sul to confirm his identity & true intentions here. The outcome will dictate whether we continue as friends, or foes.”
Sul Sul eyed Agent Fizz.
“Cool. Where do we start?”
“With a shower,” Daisy cut in. “Seriously, why do you smell like a dumpster?”
