I got up at six and took another shower with the lilac soap. I started to cry not wanting to leave and go back to the tiny room in the shared apartment. I considered staying, but I remembered what Tom had said.
I ran to the train station and jumped on the red line. I made a run for the new apartment. I raced up the stairs and knocked on the door and hid in the stairwell, but no one came to the door.
I tried my key, but it wouldn’t work. I went back to the stairwell and sat there until I heard someone coming. I hid around a corner and saw the woman I’d seen coming out of the shower yesterday. She was coming upstairs with a small dog. She went into the apartment for a second and came out carrying a bag of garbage and made her way down the stairs again. I ran for the door and was thrilled to find it was unlocked.
I ran into the closet as the dog barked. I pushed aside the large box blocking the door to the room. I pulled on the nob but it was locked, I panicked as I heard the door to the apartment open and footsteps coming to the door. I tried my apartment key in the door and it worked. I closed the door and locked it. I set the dials and pushed the start button. The room shook for a moment and then stopped.
I opened the door and stepped out into Tom’s closet.
“Tom ,” I said. I opened the closet door to find him stark naked and dancing around his bedroom.
He saw me and stopped dead in his tracks.
“What the fuck,” He screamed.
“Tom, I’m sorry what time is it?”
“How did you know my name,” he asked throwing on a pair of jeans.
“Oh my got what day it. Or should I say what year is it?”
“You came in the machine,” he said trepidatiously.
“Yes,” I said relieved that he understood something. “what day is it?”
“It’s October 21, 2014.”
“And you don’t know me?”
“I’m your roommate, I moved in a couple of days ago.”
“My new roommate is a guy and he isn’t supposed to move in until next week.”
For a moment we just stared at each other. I felt a bit happy, maybe what I had done made everything okay after all, maybe I could just go home to Beverly Hills.
“Can I use your computer?” I asked.
We went into the living room and turned on Tom’s laptop.
We went to Google and before I typed anything in I told him some of my story; that I had been a semi successful psychic to the somewhat well-known going by the name of Bethany Gayle which was a combination of my middle name and my mother’s maiden name. I told him that I had bought a used car and that it was a lemon that was a lemon that was always breaking down. I told him I’d taken the car in to have the transmission worked on. I told him that was where I met Steve, the man who was to eventually ruin my life.
We went to my old company web page and found that it was still there. I breathed a sigh of relief. something must have changed, because before my trip back in time for non-payment. I went to the old company Facebook page and found it still intact. The Twitter page was still there as well.
“Hey, look at something,” Tom said. “Your last Twitter post was October, 4, 2013.”
He went back to Facebook.
“And your last Facebook post was October 5th.”
“Can I look in something in private for one sec…just for one sec?”
“I guess so he said. He went into the kitchen to get something to drink. I attempted to go to my old secret blog, but it had been taken down.
I went to my old e mail and found that the last one I’d sent was on October, 7 2013.
Tom came back into the living room and I told him about the email.
We decided the best thing to do would be to go through each email looking for clues. There were a hundred and fifty of them and it only went back a month.
Most of them were just work orders, people asking for party bookings. From what I would tell I was still doing about three parties a week. We noticed there were about three E mails from a Katrina Faller that I had never responded to they were all just party requests.
“It would have been very unlike me not to respond.” I said.
He laughed and started a Google search under my stage name.