"I wish I could help you, Marty. All I know is that you showed up at my shop, alone, and acting very strangely. As if you were drunk or...maybe drugged. I barely got you upstairs before you collapsed. You were ranting about someone chasing you, and...popcorn? I think. And maybe a grocer?" He shakes his head. "You weren't injured, I just let you sleep it off. I've actually been wanting to ask you what had happened."

[She's welcome to do so. :)]