Colby sat on the plane with his bag stowed away and his headphones on. He relaxed as much as he could in the cramped seat. He had his arms folded over his stomach and his eyes closed with the music playing into his ears. He wasn't really able to focus on the music with everything that had happened over the weekend. He was trying to wrap his head around it, but things just didn't make sense. Sure twelve years had passed, but that girl had the same facial structure Bridgette had, Not to mention the same name. And she just happened to be in the hometown he and Bridgette used to live in together. And the fact that she just so happened to stop when he yelled out London. She could have just stopped to look at something, but that was just too big of a coincidence. In general, there were just too many coincidences.
Before he knew it, the plane was landing. He put his headphones away and grabbed his bag and began to depart. He made his way over to the car rental rather quickly. He always hated being bothered in airports because he felt like he was on such a strict time limit, but with everything going on his his head he really didn't want to be bothered today. He was hoping he could get through the airport and out without anyone noticing him.
"Hey man." He was greeted as he entered the locker room. "How did everything go"
"Eh, okay." He answered as he picked up his ag and put it onto a bench. "I showed up. I did what I had to do."
"You know, you're starting to sound like me." Jon joked.
Colby groaned. "I know. I just hate being at something like that. Everyone and their mother comes up to you and puts their hands on you and have no boundaries whatsoever just because you used to live there. Some guy you had a history class with a decade ago and never spoke to outside of the four walls of that classroom wants to act like you're best friends." He explained while going through his bag as Joe entered the room. "I really don't mind fans. And I don't mind events. I would just like personal space."
"Sounds like you had a great time." Joe smiled as he came in on the end of the conversation. "How'd the other thing go?"
"Weird?" Colby answered, almost as if he was asking a question himself.
"How so?"
"I swear I found her. And I went up and talked to her. But she said it wasn't her." HE answered.
"Maybe it wasn't."
"She looked just like her."
"It has been a long timeā¦"
"She had the same name."
"Maybe it's just a coincidence?"
Colby shook his head. "No, It had to be her. I just don't know why she acted like she didn't know me. Not even a 'Hi. Oh yeah, I remember you. Well I gotta run bye!'. I feel like I have even more questions now than I did before I went."
"Maybe it wasn't her. You know they say everyone has a doppleganger out there. Her's just happens to also have the same name as the girl she looks like, and ended up in the same town she used to live in, and yeah...even that's too much for me to make sense of." Jon tried as he fat down on a folding chair.
"See! Even he knows it's too crazy for it not to have been her!"
"Okay, let's just say that it was her then. Mayb her acting the way she did was her way of trying to tell you she didn't want you to contact her. Yeah you still don't know why But you haven't heard from her in years, she acted like she didn't know you now. Maybe for whatever reason she just doesn't want to talk to you. At least you know she's alive and she's okay. Hopefully that can give you some kind of closure." Joe said placing his hand on his friend's shoulder. He usually was a good person to go to to be the voice of reason.
"I guess." Colby said back. He went back to sorting through his wrestling gear. He needed to put all of that out of his head right now and get into work mode. He knew no matter what he had going on, he still needed to get in gear and give the people the show they paid to see.
Later that night, Colby was sitting in his hotel room alone on the bed thinking back to what Joe said earlier. It made sense, but it couldn't fully make sense without an explanation. And he had waited far too long for one. And not getting one even after finding her was just driving him crazy. He honestly couldn't remember anything he ever did that could make her mad or upset with him. Certainly not anything that would make her want to drive him out of her life forever and pretend he didn't exist. How could that bring him any kind of closure? It just gives him more questions if anything. He decided he had to try and find her again. Whether she wanted him to or not.
He grabbed his phone and began searching through facebook and google and just about anywhere he could think that would bring up pictures or articles of the event this weekend. Seeing if he could find her article or a picture with her in it. Anything that could somehow lead to some way of contacting her. Soon, the sun started showing the curtains in his room. He hadn't meant to, but he had been up all night. The adrenaline had kept him going. He was going to get to the bottom of this.
