Martha had been drinking her coffee and finishing off the rather odd American-style doughnut when she heard her name called. Momentarily, there was quite a strange young man grinning like a loon at her and pumping her hand like he was a pensioner down the casino at the 20p slots.

Generally Martha took things in stride these days, all things considered, but the fact that he was going on at her like he knew her personally--except for the bit about someone named Mickey (who?)--was rather startling. And there was the fact that he was somehow not strange at the same time, which managed to be even more daunting.

She blinked a few times even as she shook his hand back (it was always best to be polite in this sort of situation) then said, "I'm really sorry, but have we met?"