Wednesday morning Bridgette was sitting at the desk in her small office. She had a small cup of coffee next to her keyboard and her notebook on the other side. The sun shone in the window causing a slight glare to her computer screen. She rubbed her forehead as she was reading over some work on the computer when her office phone started to ring.

"Bridgette Moore." She answered.

"Uh, hi." The voice on the other end of the phone stuttered as if he was surprised someone answered.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"I, I need to speak with Bridgette Donnelly."

"Im sorry, I think you have the wrong Bridgette. This is…"

"Yeah, I know you said Moore." The called said cutting her off. "But I'm pretty sure I have the right Bridgette. Names can change. Mine did."

"Who is this?" She asked confused and slightly worried.

"It's me. From the weekend."

"How did you get this number?" She asked perking up in her chair.

"I found the name of the magazine through articles online." He answered.

"But we're not even online!"

"No, but others were. I knew if you were covering the capsule you had to be local. I found a few articles, there were some pictures, I just kind of had to trace everything together. Look, I just need to talk to you okay? You're a total ringer for an old friend of mine. One I was hoping to reunite with over the weekend." He explained.

She just sighed. "Look, Seth…"

"Colby." He corrected, interrupting her.

"Colby, I know you think I'm this person but I'm not."

"You have the same name. The same voice. The same hair. The same mole by your eye. Excuse me if I think that's just a little too coincidental to believe. Hopefully you can see that. Please, just fifteen minutes. If you're really not her you'll be able to convince me of that in that amount of time." He begged.

"Okay, if that's what it'll take to get you to drop this." She replied rubbing her head again.

'I wasn't even supposed to be there this weekend.' She thought.

"Thank you." Colby replied, genuinely sounding like he meant it. "So, what time do you o to lunch?"

"Um, usually around 12:30. Did you want to call back then?"

"I was kind of hoping we would be able to talk in person. There's a diner in town we can go to and grab lunch. Or we can just go right across the street to the coffee shop if that'd be better for you. Whichever…"

"Wait, across the street? Where the hell are you? Are you here?" She asked frantically.

After a short silence, he responded. "I had the day off and it wasn't too far of a drive.

"Three hours. Do not come into this building. I will meet you inside the coffee shop at 12:30 but do not come in here. The police will be called. Do you understand that?" She said trying to sound stern and not frightened.

"Yes."

"12:30. You'll have fifteen minutes. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work."

"That'll work. Thank you."

She hung up her phone and put her forehead into both of her hands. "Crazy. This man is crazy."

Both parties anxiously watched the clock for the rest of the morning. Both for very different reasons. Colby was excited hoping to get some answers, while Bridgette was dreading it and couldn't wait for this meeting to be done with.

12:32 rolled around and she knew it was time for her to go. She gathered up her bag and went downstairs and across the street to the little coffee shop. She walked in and scanned the dark shop for him. As promised, he was there. Sitting at a small two person table while looking out the window and up at the sky completely unaware of anything around him. He had his hands around a cup of coffee but he didn't seem to be drinking too much of it.

"Hi." She said as she walked up to the table breaking him out of his trance."

"Hi." He replied back, smiling. "Thanks for coming. Please, sit." He motioned for the chair across from him. "Did you want anything?"

"No thanks. I'm good. I have my lunch at the office." She replied. "So, how exactly are we going to do this?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"How am I supposed to prove to you that I am or am not a person you think I am?"

"Oddly enough, I didn't really think of that."

"Are you always this crazy?" She suddenly asked.

"I've just convinced myself that you are who I think you are. And if you're really not, you'll know how to prove it. So far, you're not really proving your case."

"How so?" She questioned with an arched eyebrow.

"Some guy tracks you down, after talking with you for a few minutes over the weekend at a public place, then calls you a few days later while you're at your work, he's actually outside of the building and says he wants to meet up with you, and you show up. To me, that shows trust." He explained taking another sip of his coffee.

She just shrugged. "Well, I figured you wouldn't really do anything out in a public place seeing as how people know who you are. If anything happened to me your alibi wouldn't look very good. And where you are with your company right now, I don't think you'd risk that."

"How do you know where I am in the company right now?"

"Because when I was informed I had to cover this and they told me about a "special guest" I looked you up real quick. Google in this day and age is a beautiful thing for my job." She answered.

"You really do have a story for everything don't you?"

"I didn't get into journalism for nothing."

"I guess that does make sense. Do you get to travel a lot?"

She shook her head. "No. I'm actually an editor. Me being there that day was just a last minute thing when the person who was supposed to be there woke up with the flu. There was no one else available so I had no choice but to drive up and do it. Part of the responsibilities of being a little higher up. I'm sure you understand that."

"Editor huh? So you must be pretty good with facts then."

"I guess."

"So do you have any that can prove you're not the Bridgette that I think you are? Because right now you're failing miserably."

"How am I failing? I'm just talking to you about the weekend."

"Exactly. You're openly and comfortably discussing your job with me."

"Well excuse me for trying to be friendly. I really don't have to at all. I don't even have to be there. In fact, I'm pretty sure I can have you arrested for everything you did today." She said annoyed as she stood up. "I don't need to prove myself to you or to anyone at all."

She turned around and started towards the exit to the coffee shop. She opened the door and got out of there as quickly as she could out onto the sidewalk. He however was out of the door right behind her.

"London." He called a little loud to get her attention. Which is did causing her to stop in her tracks. "I've still got five minutes. And that was strike three."

She turned around to face him. It looked like she was fighting tears that were trying to form in her eyes. "Will you stop calling me that!"

"If you can give me a good reason." He replied sternly.

"I'm not…"

He took a step towards her on the sidewalk looking down at her eyes cutting her off. "You have a birthmark on the left side of your lower back that slightly looks like a heart. The scar I have on my arm is from when we used to joke around and call it your tramp stamp and you finally got pissed enough to take a swing at me with a rather sharp tree branch. If you can prove to me that you don't have that birthmark, then I'll turn around and walk away and never try and contact you again." She stood there, her mouth slightly open in surprise. She ran her hand through her hair not exactly believing what she was hearing. "I see you've just given up with the nail polish huh? Tired of it always getting chipped? Must happen a lot if you're typing all day." Several tears started to slowly fall down her cheeks. "Care to jump in at any point and tell me I'm wrong? Or do you want me to continue?"

"How do you know all that?"

"Because you're my best friend. You haven't been able to prove otherwise."

She may not have even realized it, but she leaned her forehead forward onto his chest as tears silently fell. He reached his arms up and hugged around her back. "I never thought I'd hear anyone call me that again."

He hugged her tighter. "I was afraid you'd never give me the chance."

After standing there for a minute or two she took a deep breath and stepped back wiping her tears away.

"Does this mean you'll stop fighting me now?" He asked.

"Yes. No. I don't know." She said confused as she crossed her arms. "I can't really pretend I don't know anymore. But I can't deal with knowing you anymore. It was really nice seeing you Colby, but you need to go back home. Your fifteen minutes are up."

She started to walk towards the curb and wait for it to be safe to cross the street back over into her office building. Colby followed her standing behind her.

"That's all I get?" He asked, slightly angry.

"That's all you asked for." She replied arms crossed still looking out over the street at the cars.

"I think I deserve some kind of explanation for the last twelve years!" He argued.

"You asked for time and you asked who I was. That's what you got."

"What the hell did I do to you?" He asked gently taking her arm to try and turn her towards him again.

"Nothing. You never did anything." She said yanking her arm away.

"I must have done something to make you pretend you never met me!"

"Colby, people are going to start to stare…"

"So let them. I really don't care. Maybe they should. Maybe they'll actually remember me."

She sighed. She didn't want any attention drawn to this. "Calm down. You didn't do anything exactly. But you are part of my past. I really wanted to leave my past and start over."

"So you just leave?"

"That part wasn't my choice actually. But once I got the chance, I started over."

"But this is…"

"Cole, there is a lot that I didn't tell you back then. I didn't want to. And I'm trying to get away from it now."

"Wasn't I a good part of your past?" He asked softly. Earlier she pretended as if she had never see him before, and now he was using his nickname only a handful of people ever used.

"About the only good part." She said hugging herself yet again.

"Then let me back in."

"You're a reminder of the past. You might not have been the bad part of it but you remind me of it." She stated upset.

"Let me bring good to the future. We can make more memories to look back on. Let me back in and forget whatever happened in the past and look towards the future."

"Why do you care about this so much?" She asked crying again.

"Because you were my best friend. My sister. My double. The day I found out you moved was like losing part of my soul." He explained emotionally. "Are you honestly going to tell me you just completely forgot about me when you left?" She looked away from him and didn't answer. "We can start over."

She was well aware of the friendship they had, but she didn't still think he'd feel the same way years later. She thought that he'd gain more friends through the wrestling he was doing, and make himself busy through high school and move on slowly forgetting about her over time until one day she was just a distant childhood memory.

"Are you sure you want that?"

He took his hands and cupped her face looking her straight into her eyes. "Would I really be here if I didn't?"

She debated on what to do. Now that he was here, she really would love to have him back in her life, but she was afraid. That would mean telling him everything about her part and worrying that he was going to end up not wanting to deal with it and leaving her.

"Okay. We can get together and actually talk if you want. When do you have time?" SHe asked pulling away and wiping her face.

"I have the rest of today and tomorrow."

She gasped being taken by surprise by his answer. "Wow then. That soon?"

He nodded and smiled. Her hands shook slightly as she looked through her purse to find something she could write her address down on.

"That's my apartment. I have to go back to work now but you can come around 6:30 if you want." She said handing him the piece of paper.

He took the paper with a smile. "I look forward to it."

She gave him a small smile and turned around finally able to cross the street. He watched her and once she got to the other side he called over to her holding up the piece of paper.

"If this address is fake and it takes me another twelve years to track you down again you're going to end up in a head lock."

She just smiled and opened the door to her office building before disappearing.