He hesitantly sat down on the couch and took a sip of his tea, but he couldn't help but ponder as to where he had heard those names before. He sat there, not realizing how much time had passed, and saw her standing over him. “It’s time to go to bed,” she says, and before he even realizes, Billy’s thoughts went blank, he couldn't speak, he couldn't walk, and eventually, everything went black. 

Billy sat down next to the sweet old lady and started drinking some tea, “I can’t seem to put my finger on it,” he said, “it seems so familiar, why can’t I remember?” 

The lady was staring at him intensely, “maybe some old friends?”, he just shook his head distractedly, too deep in thought to form words.

“You know,” the old lady started, “ sometimes things happen for a reason,” she said in a rather mysterious voice, but then, all I heard was glass shattering as everything went black.

 

Billy accepted the offer, thankful, as the bitter cold had brought a rumble to his stomach. The tea trickled down his throat, instantly warming him up. The landlady inched closer with a soft smile as his vision blurred and weighty eyes shut.

Billy had grown up eating his mothers ginger biscuits and simply couldn’t resist a taste of his childhood. He thanked the Landlady for the tea and returned to his room, as he was walking up the stairs, he started to feel dizzy. Suddenly, he remembered where he had heard the names but before he could confront the Landlady, he hit his head and blacked out. 

They walked into his room carefully and she placed the teacup in front of him “well taka a sip” Billy lifted the tea cup slowly and moved it towards his face and started to speculate something was wrong. 

As Billy sat down on the sofa, next to the landlady, who gave him a single ginger biscuit and a cup of tea, he started to think more about the connection between those two names. “Honey…are you still thinking about Mulholland and Temple,” said the Landlady “I say you stop thinking about it and slowly prepare for sleep.” And so he did, he felt dozy, as the tea dragged him to sleep, he said “Mulholland and Temple…Mulholland and Temple.” 

Billy then ambled over, he then seated himself next to the woman. The landlady still maintained her tea, she held the teacup lower now—almost as if she was now a lioness guarding her kill. “Now you rest while I fetch your biscuit dear,” the landlady spoke motherly, but somehow in a wolfish way.