Part II, episode 2: Treasure Island
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Hap opened his eyes at the sound of a very loud alarm. One moment, they were in the fields, doing the movements. Now, his eyes were surveying the room. He saw Renata throwing up, Scott sitting next to her, Rachel gasping for air, and Homer still unconscious. His hands went to his face, trying to anchor himself to something real. Next thing he knew, Scott's hand were on his neck and he was gasping for air as he was being strangle.
Homer pushed Scott out of reach and made sure Hap was okay. Laughing, all Hap could do was laugh. He still couldn't believe they succeeded.
"Doctor Percy, are you all right?" Homer said.
Doctor Percy? He was never called this way. He looked down to his identification card on his shirt; he still had the same name, but his memory was blurry.
"Doctor Percy, you should make a report now. Let's go to your office," Homer said. Still speechless, Hap followed him to the maze of white corridors, to a spiral staircase.
"Are you sure you are all right? Perhaps you should not drive home, let me call you an uber," Homer was getting worried since Hap still hadn't say a word.
"Yes, it is probably a good idea. I will call tomorrow to let you know if I'll come in. Maybe I need rest," Hap said.
As he got into the uber, he had to look down to his driver's licence to tell the address he was going. His mind was still fogged and he could not tell what kind of house he owned. Was it a condominium? A town house with a tree in the front yard? The car stopped in front of a gate. He handed out his credit card to pay the ride.
When he saw lights on the second floor, he wondered if he left those open this morning or if someone was there. He slowly opened the door and looked around the entryway for any evidence. On the entrance table was a black Gucci purse, next to Chanel sunglasses. He could hear a shower running on the second floor. He opened the purse and found a wallet. When he opened it, he almost dropped it when he read the name on the credit card; Emily Percy. He took every card out only to see the same name over and over again. He finally saw her driver's licence and the picture could not lie. Emily. The same Emily he met in Chicago. The only one who was there for him, in the loneliness of his research in North Dakota.
"Hun?" a voice at the top of the stairs said.
Hap looked up and there she was; Emily, wearing a bathrobe, her hair still dripping wet. He did not hear the running water stopped. She slowly walked down the stairs, worried because Hap had not say a word yet. She took her wallet from his hands and put it on the table. Her hands cupped his jaw before wrapping around his shoulders in a tight hug. Tears flew to Hap's eyes as he closed his arms around her too.
He broke the embrace to wipe his left eye before the tear felt down to his cheek. He could remember the Emily from before, but not the Emily that stood before him. She seem the same and different at the same time.
"Hun, maybe you should sit down. Let me get you some wine to help you relax."
Hap looked around and saw the living room. He aimed for the couch but his eyes focussed on a picture on the shelf. A wedding picture. Hap smilling, his arm around Emily. Emily laughing, her left hand on his chest, proudly showing a diamond on her finger. A white dress. A black tuxedo.
He turned around as he heard glasses set on the coffee table. Emily sat, crossing her legs under herself, as she always did.
"Homer called me," Emily started as Hap sat down next to her. "He told me a patient attack you." She extended her hand to reach the back of his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair.
"Yes. But I am fine now," Hap managed to say. He could still not wrap his mind again this dimension. Emily was still here for him. "But I am afraid I have a lot of blank in my memories since the incident, probably when my head hit the floor."
"What kind of blank, dear?"
"Well, I remember you. But I could not remember the house. I am guessing everything will come back to me," Hap said as he sipped this expensive white wine. "I am not sure I remember how we met. Could you tell me again?"
"You don't remember?" Emily's eyes were saddened. "Well…"