"There are tons of cities. This has got to be one of them. I don't even know what happened. I remember," he makes a gun out of his hand and mimes shooting in two directions, "that's it. Next I know, we're on the street. Some girl came along."

He doesn't know who. Clearly they got from there to here. Nothing is coming into the foreground as far as clarity is concerned.

"Yeah? Did you give your name or did you stick with John Doe crap?" Yeah, it's crap. Life saving crap. "We should be careful." Word through the grapevine travels fast. Especially if it's bad news. The cops will want em, no shit, and whatever connections Joe was holding could come around.