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A signpost? He was
correct, though. I was absolutely, undeniably lost.
"You're looking for solutions to problems you'll never understand;
you'll find answers to questions you'll never even think to ask. The
important thing for you to remember is that you must find your own way.
The individuals who have provided this object to you insist that my
assistance to you remains limited to this final meeting, along with the
information that I've provided to you previously." He paused, reaching
for his cigarette, which had burned about halfway down to the filter in
the time that he had been opening the package.
I didn't speak.
"You asked what is going on. You're searching for your missing
girlfriend. I can confirm that Synchro Systems does have a hand in her
disappearance," he stopped for a moment, looking out of the window.
"They also have a hand in her appearance."
"Her appearance?" I asked. My stomach turned over.
"When she arrived without explanation in your apartment's bathtub. Where
do you think she came from? How do you think she got there? She doesn't
remember, that's true. Why haven't you ever considered what you can't
remember from the night before, either?"
I thought about it for a moment. A day like any other, except for it was
the day that things began to change in my life. What about the night
before, though? What did I do on the night before she arrived?
"I... I... can't remember the night before. I can't remember the week,
or even the month before, either, really, but what does that mean?
Life's a blur, sometimes. Life's boring and cyclic, and before I met
her, it wasn't even worth living. There wasn't a single unique thing
about my life worth noting. So what?" I asked.
He smiled. "I suppose that you believe that now you have a reason to
live."
"I have a reason for being here, but you're not helping me." |