She reaches over and pops the glovebox, then pulls out a CD binder full of everything from Metric to Rage Against the Machine and more. "Lots of stuff! What kind of music do you like?"

Oh, Metric? It likes Metric! Hurray for artists that exist in Current Year™!

It points out the CD, and sits back to to enjoy the music as "IOU" starts playing.

Once they're both buckled in, Sable dances a bit in her seat as she drives off to the police station, eventually finding a parking spot and helping Mae out of its seat. 

"Ready to talk to some cops, kiddo?"

Not a question it'd usually say yes to, but it nods its head anyway. The sooner they talk to the police, the sooner it can get looked at by a doctor. Missing memories are concerning—let alone the rest of whatever's going on.

She nods, expression set, and takes Mae's hand. "Yeah, I don't like it either. But they're our best shot at getting answers, especially about your amnesia or your parents. We've got this, though."

It nods solemnly and takes her hand, squeezing it for reassurance as they make their way across the parking lot to the station.

She leads the way inside, managing a bit of a smile for politeness' sake, and walks up to the front desk.

"Hi there," she greets the cop behind the glass.

The officer smiles his best friendly smile and greets her back.

"Hello, miss. What can I help you with?"

"Well, Mae and I," she gestures with her free hand to indicate the little girl next to her, "need to talk to someone about any missing child reports, and maybe see a nurse while we're here. She turned up on my front step in just her nightgown, and has no memory of where she's from or who her parents are."

Doesn't feel great saying she/her about Mae when it prefers it/its, but she'll just have to say the things that get the most productive cooperation from the cops, rather than expecting them to understand that a small child can have pronoun preferences. Cops gonna cop.

It definitely understands. Frankly, calling random children "it" would be, without context, rather concerning.

Oh wow, that is all kinds of concerning. His smile falters slightly, and he picks up his notebook to start jotting down details.

"Oh. Alright, when was this?"

He'll start writing a message to Missing Persons, and look up the external numbers he'll need to call.

"Found her there maybe half an hour ago, give or take, when I stepped out to run an errand. Brought her inside, gave her a drink and a snack, and tried to figure out where she needed to be, then ran into the memory issue, loaned her a spare coat and sandals, and came here."

She thinks that's about the right timeframe? Time is an illusion anyway.

"Well, I'm glad she found someone friendly." He smiles, mostly just making conversation while he sorts through this and takes notes.

Ok… EMS for the memory issues, Missing Persons to see if they can find her parents, and Social Services in case they can't, or in case she shouldn't go back to them.

He fires of several emails and messages, then directs them to sit down while he takes a call.

"Me too," Sable agrees.

Off they go to take a seat. Sable is not really planning to let go of Mae's hand unless Mae wants that, or when it's time for the social workers to take it aside and ask whether she's been good to it or not.

She's worried about the kid. And protective. And only trusts cops about as far as she can throw them.

The officer takes a few calls—two not related to them, but at least one from Missing Persons and another from the EMS.

The paramedics arrive after a short wait, and take Mae to a side room to examine her.

While her partner checks Mae's basic vitals, the ginger-haired EMT crouches down across from Mae. "Hi there, sweetie. I'm EMT Joy. I'm gonna check to see if anything happened to your head to explain what happened to your memories, okay? Can you tell me your name?"

"Thank you, miss. I'm Mae."

It always helps to be polite—people tend to treat children better if they're polite.

She smiles. "Good to meet you. Do you know where we are right now?"

It nods.

"In a Police station, miss."

Oh, but that's evident from the surroundings—more detail might be helpful.

"In San Francisco, California, in the United States."

It does not have more specifics than that, so it hopes that's the most she needs in that regard.

Okay. Aware of her surroundings and broader location, that's good.

"Great. What day is it today?"

Oh dear. It does not remember that, actually.

"Umm, it's March 2008, but I don't actually remember the day. I only saw it the once, on a newspaper."

EMT Joy nods along, making a bit of a mental note. No awareness of the date beyond having seen it on a newspaper. "And when did you see that newspaper?"

"Earlier today, before meeting miss Miller. Maybe a bit over an hour ago, now?"

She nods. Okay, that's promising for memories from today at least.

"Okay, good. Can you remember how you got here?"