THREE DAYS LATER
Dominic was sweeping the floors with a new broom he had just bought in order to talk more with a new sales woman at the store. He was whistling the theme from Pinocchio while Hawke sliced a thin cut into an envelope which held a bill. That's what the two of them were doing when Caitlin walked in and grabbed the pile of bills lying on the desk next to Hawke.
Dominic stopped whistling and Hawke planted his feet on the floor and left the letter opener in mid-slice.
"Anything important I need to know about?" She asked, perusing the unopened pile of bills.
"Nothing worth mentioning," Dominic said, as he leaned against his broom. "You all right, honey?"
Caitlin flashed them a smile. "I'm fine, Dom. Well, if there's nothing important I think I'll head home. See you guys in the morning." She tossed the bills on the desk and walked out.
Hawke glanced up at Dominic, who shrugged his shoulders and went back to the song he was whistling. Hawke dropped the bill on the table and ran out after Caitlin.
Caitlin was back in her car again and just about to take off when Hawke caught her. He leaned inside the passenger side window. "Is everything all right?" He asked.
"I didn't mean to worry you and Dom, Hawke. I took a few days away from everybody to get my memories straightened out. I wasn't in a good place a few days ago, Hawke, but I talked to someone, sorted out my memories and now I remember everything. So, are we still on for the Tompkins flight tomorrow morning?"
"Yeah, they'll be here at eight." He noticed the groceries in the back seat of her car. "I'm going to map out the route tonight. Will you do the pre-flight check in the morning?"
"Yeah." Caitlin started the car, slid a stray piece of hair behind her ear, and put the car in drive. "I'll see you in the morning, Hawke."
She took off just as quickly as she did three days ago at the Dunstan mansion.
Caitlin circled the block around her apartment building, found a parking place, and pulled in. She used the key to get into her building, and climbed the three flights to her apartment. The key stuck in the lock and she jiggled it left and right before turning it to open.
As soon as she opened the door, she knew something wasn't right, but she walked in anyway and closed the door behind her. The coffee pot in the corner of her kitchen counter was full and steaming. The dirty dishes she left in the sink were now in the draining rack. Caitlin hung the keys on the wooden key holder.
"Hello, Angela."
The voice made her jump and she whirled around.
The man that belonged to the voice was standing in her bedroom doorway.
"Henri."
THE END. . .of this story