When Amanda gained consciousness she found herself lying on the couch
in her office. Matt sat across from her, in the chair she usually used when she
was working with clients. He was
watching her, his brow creased with worry.
She sat up, wincing at the throbbing pain in her temples. It felt like her brain was being boiled in
her skull. The pain made her stomach
lurch, and she leaned forward, ready for her stomach to make an emergency
evacuation.
"Guess I don't have to ask you how you're feeling," Matt
said as he moved from the chair to a spot on the couch next to her. "I'm guessing you feel like hell, or
maybe... shit."
"How'd you know," she said, smiling. She took a deep breath, and her stomach
settled.
"Call it husband's intuition," he said.
"Did I hit my head?" asked Amanda.
"No," he said, "at least, Joanna said you didn't. Clare told me... well, she told me a lot of
stuff. Most of it I don't get, a good
chunk of it I think is crazy, but one thing she did say is that your brain is
experiencing a time line combination, and that the process was... not very
pleasant."
"Time line combination?" Amanda looked at him.
He shrugged. "You know how I feel about that supernatural, mumbo
jumbo stuff. Most of it went over my head, anyways."
Unlike Amanda, and the rest of her friends for that matter, Matt had
never crossed into the other world. His
mind hadn't retained any of the memories of what had happened before their
timelines had been altered. In truth,
her memories hadn't been all that clear in the first place, but she had
retained a general idea of what had happened to her. Now things were coming back to her, clearer
and more real.
Debbie...
Debbie had been there, in that dream.
No, not a dream, a memory. She
had been a part of what had happened to Amanda, and to the other women.
She needed to talk to Debbie.
That was when they heard the scream.
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