Chapter 6

It's funny how regardless of the many roadblocks The General put in my way that I inevitably fell into journalism.

It was a dream that transcended everything. It was so integral to my character that I couldn't be without it, not even if my whole life was turned upside down.

Since I had already completed 3 years of college beforehand, I, having acquired enough credits, only needed to go back and finish one semester.

My major was journalism, but I wasn't all that sure if that's what I still wanted to pursue. I had no memory of the past 20 years of my life. Maybe I was different now. The concern however, was unfounded.

After my first few classes and a visit to the Met U Kansan I was sold.

I got a good talk from The General for that. He admonished me for giving up the great fight and I argued that I saw an even greater fight with the pen.

He sent Lucy (my "sister") over to talk me out of it too, whom I had only met a few weeks before and whom I automatically connected with.

Lucy had unquestionably supported my decision and returned to England (where my father was stationed) to tell him.

We haven't spoken since.

Pauline Kahn was on the verge of retirement when I first applied for a job at the Planet. She was the first woman in history to own three Pulitzer prizes. She was my second idol. The first of course was Nellie Bly, the pioneer journalist who traveled the world and worked for John Pulitzer himself.

Mrs. Kahn agreed to meet me after some very insistent prodding. She gave me a second level job, saying regally that she felt 'generous' that day. She would die a mere three weeks later.

"You remind me of someone." She said offhandedly as I was leaving the room. I was trying my best to restrain the smile plastered on my face.

"Really?" I asked incredulously, because I'd never really gotten that before.

She studied me for a second, trying to place the connection but failing.

"But then, there are billions of people in the world. You're bound to think someone reminds you of someone else."

The comment had been so arbitrary and so insignificant that it shouldn't have meant anything. But for the first time I thought about the life I had all those years ago. Maybe I had been here before, maybe I'd spoken to her before. I had no idea either way.

Imagine all the people I met, all the people I loved and who loved me whom didn't know I was alive and whom I couldn't remember.

It was then that I started my search into the past.

When I began seriously to piece together the remnants of a life forgotten.

TBC…