| This made her think. Could he be right, she thought. She looked at him with a confused look. She didn't know what to say to him, until she finally said: "I'm sure this is some mistake. I mean, I don't even know who you are. I don't remember anything that you're talking about, and I remember a different life than the one you're talking about. The life that I know so well is the one I've been living forever. You have to believe me, I'm not who you say I am!" "Now I know what this is! You're playing out the part of a clueless mortal mixed up in something that she can't explain. You almost had me there. Let's stop the acting and get down to business. You next mission will �-" "I'm not acting," Sara blurted out. "I don't even know what you're talking about. Stop ignoring me and pay attention! I'm not who you say I am!" "Then who are you?" "Sara Brown." "Then you are Sara Brown. Don't you remember anything?" "No," she reluctantly said. He slowly sighed. This was going to be the hard part, but he had been practicing. "I hoped this would never happen. I knew it was all too good to be true. You must have amnesia. The life you think you've been living isn't real. It's like background information for your next mission. Is that all you remember?" "Yes." He spent the next few hours trying to "refresh" her memory. Every now and then he would add something true, just to make her think that it was in her "real" life. He would ask her if she remembered this or that. Anyone who was watching would have been really impressed with his manipulating skills. He told her everything about the life she was supposed to be living, since she had to know. She fell into the trap so easily. She believed every word. At first, she thought that this must be a joke, but it couldn't be. She even remembered some things from her "life" that were true. It took her a while, but she finally believed every word that came out of his mouth. "Now your next mission," he started to explain, "is to take Sam from your fake life, to a certain place after working with him for a week. You will meet a man in a room at the Starlight Hotel. You will have Sam follow you there and then your mission is complete." "Sam? But they, we," she corrected herself, "seemed like such close friends. How can I get him to follow me into the hotel?" "That is up to you," the man said as he got up and left her to make a plan. |
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| Sara spent the next day thinking up a plan, which she was sure wouldn't work. She wasn't really told why she had to lead him there. It was basically left to her imagination. And did her imagination wander or what! She came up with the craziest ideas, since the whole thing seemed crazy to her. Sara felt like she was in some daydream, the kind that last for such a long time that you actually believe that it's real. The man came in her room every now and then just to check on her, this, of course, made her feel like a child who was too young to be left alone. In time, she finally gathered the courage to ask the man what his name was. "My name?" he repeated. "Joe, short for Joseph." "Oh, okay," she said, slightly disappointed. She didn't remember that name at all. "Just wanted to see if I remember it, like to help my memory come back," she rushed, noticing that he was giving her a weird look. "When will I begin," she asked him, realizing that she didn't know when she had to be ready. "Tonight. You will go to the house and he'll probably be waiting there for you, angry and worried. Your excuse will be that you were visiting an aunt not too far away. You forgot to call, and there was a traffic jam. You stayed overnight to become more close to her, because she was close to your mother, got it?" "Yeah. Wouldn't it be easier if there really was a traffic jam, though? I'm sure he would check just to make sure I wouldn't lie to him." "Good idea," he said after he thought on that for a while. "I'll arrange a traffic jam, and even an aunt to call to make sure you made it home okay." Joe left the room, later coming back to tell her to get some rest. |
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