Chapter Fourteen
Megan stared at her wrist where her patient's wristband was. It did indeed say her name was Megan but if felt wrong. The name itself sounded familiar but it didn't feel like HER name.
The room was quiet as people amused themselves.
'Do you mind if I borrow this paper?' she asked the American man as she took the paper that had been next to him.
'Sure,' he said he seemed a quiet man.
'My name's Megan apparently.'
'I'm John.'
'Have we met before?'
'I really wouldn't know. I don't really know who I am.'
'Me either.'
'Seems like we are all in the same boat.'
He looked up at her as she was about to leave and a vision came to her. It was the man in front of her. He wore the uniform of a WWII air force captain. He was standing on a building high above everything, his coat flapping in the breeze. He seemed unconcerned by the height.
Was this some kind of past life memory. It couldn't be the building had been new.
She sat thinking to herself. Maybe that's why she was there having visions wasn't exactly normal.